Joys Of Motherhood Poem by Mamta Agarwal

When I gingerly held my new born,
I could have at that moment sworn,
As I watched him with moist eyes,
I had no clue my life was going to turn topsy turvy

Sleepless nights, making the formula right,
I think those days I looked a sight.
But when he looked at me with trust
I would forget all my fatigue.

I couldn’t stop talking about him,
At times it irked my husband a bit.
He complained now I have no time
For him and my son was my only priority.


The years flew, he started school,
He looked up to me as his idol
But soon the place was replaced by his teachers,
Who he told me knew better.

But honestly I was not prepared
When he became a teenager.
To handle overnight a rebel,
Its just hormones, I would tell


Myself, and he would soon settle,
I think my life had become hell.
Where did I go wrong I wondered,
As to make his point, he thundered.

I would cry every night
After we had an ugly fight.
I would find myself brood
Is this called joys of motherhood?

Soon time came for him to go overseas
To pursue higher studies.
I got an email after a few weeks,
Mom, I am sorry for being such a creep.

Can you find it in your heart to forgive?
I just couldn’t believe.
Then one day he wrote
I miss your cooking and home.

My heart once again felt light
Can a mother hold anything against her child?
We were once again becoming close
Distance makes us value our loved ones, I suppose.

In the same home, one child grew bold and other meek,
Has it to do with genes, or we are all unique?
Still I wish parenthood,
Would come with a guidebook