My Mother - Poem by pushpasaurabha sugandha
Who is she? --My mother
She is God and none other
She is personification of goodness
And who fills our hearts with happiness.
She has looked after me so well in her womb
Like the worker bee in the honeycomb
She has brought me out into this world
When she was twenty-one years old.
She has taken care of me and nurtured
So that I become learned and cultured
She is my first doctor who took care of my health
And first teacher too who taught me value of money and wealth.
She was beside me when I was sick and suffered pain
And her sleepless nights to nurse me did not go in vain
To me she is an embodiment of peace and love
For good purpose God has sent her from above
Amma or Mamma it’s just the same
Cater and serve does she for no fame
Children do fault, and she takes the blame
Is like a candle, which melts in its flame.
Now when I am a mother, a grandmother and aged fifty-seven
Her heart’s love to me is much more and strongly woven
Even now she enjoys changing her great grandson’s nappy
Her sole aim is always to keep the home happy.
Mother is another name for sacrifice
She is to everyone very good and nice
She knows not what is partiality
She is fair and just and this is reality.
She denied herself the necessities to give us comforts
To satisfy our wants, she put in her best efforts
What if she is now a little hard of hearing?
She is soft at heart and very caring
What can we do to her in return?
My answer is -love and respect do earn
Knowing this mother will surely rejoice
And also will shower blessings of her choice.
Dear God, give good health to my mother
Other than this I will not bother
Give me strength to work and serve
This much from me she does deserve.
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