Mother Poem by Aarushi Chatterjee

When I was young
You held my finger
Clasped that little hand.
Led me through
All my struggles
When life was slow
You took a stand
You taught me all
You made me grow
Never a pinch
Or a pain
You let me know...
I blossomed bright
Your tears of joy
Which I still see
As you saw me grow
As you, after all, made me.
Your sweet, sacrificing heart
All spent in others
You put into me
When I shall grow up
Wherever I be
With you not reaching out
At every step
What happiness would I see?
I am still growing-
Soon I shall grow up
And I will be
A young woman
But with a mother
Who made me.
I love you Mom-
Hold me still
You want me
To go ahead in life-
And I will.
But without your eyes
Love-filled eyes watching
Where would I be?
Someday I will
Tell a tale- to the world
Of that noble woman
Who made me.