She is my Mother

I couldn't help but smile as I remember,

The day my dad faced the wrath of my mom,

Because he was responsible for the crack,

That he caused on her favourite china ware.

But when I accidentally dropped the dinner plate,

The tiny broken shredded pieces lying,

In front of me and I waited for her to flip,

instead she hugged me, cooed me

And cuddled me in her arms

Worried that I was scared or hurt

Losing her crockery was no longer a bother

My safety was my only concern to her.

She is my mother!

I remember the honest smile of her,

When awed and oohed!

She was completely amused!

When I almost chewed,

Her most adored mac lipstick,

Had it been mimicked by her sibling.

She'd have shown her stars in the daylight!

But since it was me,

She showed her excitement and hurried,

Getting a camera and she got a shoot,

For she found the moment screen capture cute.

So much love and adoration and love filled in her

She is my mother!

She loved that dress of hers;

Kept in her wardrobe for years,

Wearing it on occasions so special.

Very borrow pleas was denied,

Yet when it came to me,

though it was only a Halloween.

She didn't have any second thoughts!

As she opened her wardrobe,

And pulled the dress onto me;

The shimmering black gown of hers,

Fit me loose and wacky,

Perfectly complimented the theme.

With a hug, without any instruction,

To be careful, she bid me goodbye;

"Have a great time" she guested,

Full of sacrifices; that is her.

She is my mother!

When I was only sixteen,

The infamous bad boy I brought to her;

Told her he was the one,

I chose to be with.

I was sure she dislike him,

For she hated to share me with him;

With a smile plastered on her face,

Shouting, yelling and denying wasn't her place.

She smile guide me to be patient and wait

Her words nothing but a wise grace

Which I floundered to follow

Later when I ran into her arms

Crying for the guy had betrayed

Softly she kissed me on my cheeks

And came back calling me sweet pumpkin

Her chose name on the nick

Hats off to the forgiveness in her

She. Is my mother!

She hated late night parties,

Early to bed, early to rise

Were her list of priorities;

Still she complied all her duties,

Never did I see any frown on her face,

staying awake whenever I cried.

For the assessment next day

For me was a havoc

She took it her personal responsibility

To be my tutor, my guide

Even my personal alarm clock

My results amazingly were a shock

I am what I am today is only because

Of Both hard work and dedication of her

She is my mother!

Today as I am a grown up,

With kids of my own,

And me running after them.

Worrying about their wellbeing,

Their diet and their habits.

I have to teach them all the values,

Like she did to me.

So I fuss and shout,

She pulls me into a hug.

Asking me to wait and relax;

The restlessness in me she understands,

"You are hungry" she plunges the piece,

Of my toast in my mouth,

And with a pat on my cheeks, she smiles

Reminding me;

I was connected with the umbilical chord of hers

She is my mother!

My angel,

My god,

My trust,

My reason of existence,

My power,

That is her.

She is my mother,

And I love her!

Happy Mother's Day!!!

-----shachi seth