My Mother And Her Throne Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

It may be broken with dust
It may lost it's beauty and strength
It is precious and too valuable to me
Cause it was her throne
She ruled this home
on sitting in that chair.
she loved that chair as her kid
She passed her leisures and passed orders from her throne
It is broken a chair and
it recollects my mother's handicapped legs
To think her forever,
We will preserve
this chair forever.
SakthiRavichandran