Today is our lovely moher's day
all changes
hands face and smile
once who led you to school
now stands cool
awaiting your arrival
the one who buttered your toasts for you
now waits a soft slice of bread from you
the one who kissed you daily to school
now waits for a kiss
will you give
she thinks
a tear flows
down her cheek
she knows smells
now her repose
the son too has also gone
through change
his consort is all
for whom he remains
my son come once again
at least today
'tis my
Mother's rightful day
come and in my arms
do play
just for once
if you may...
if only for a wee while
but now today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all mothers kinds should hhave read so many have