Like birds, mothers hold their babies in their nest
and feed them till they grow into strong men and women;
and just as birds wait to fly away from cages,
children also walk away once, the care they need
to stand and run they have received in full;
and as they go, neither the child nor the mother remembers
those days of tribulations and sacrifices
when a young mother though tired and weak
kept awake those helpless nights
to breastfeed her baby when she cried.
In the turning wheels of opportunity
the mother is the only earthly God who blesses
her child, her children to be healthy and happy
so that they move on with time and dreams;
and though many children never forget their mother
till the last day of their existence;
a mother herself cherishes her children like diamonds
embedding her love on their hearts endlessly
while she constantly keeps whispering
the name of her every child to gain courage
which she uses to pass her days with joy,
her eyes long to see her children when they have gone
to build their own homes and raise their own families;
and as she reminisces in silence, their memories
when they were babies needing her comfort,
their first footsteps, their first day at school,
keeps her in a bonding so naturally content
that in those ending days of life, some mothers
miss the reciprocation and reward of their love
for certain children themselves hold mothers
to emotional ransoms though they know
a mother's heart belongs equally to all.
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