Mother

Tears of joy flowed down the mother's eyes When she held the emaciated baby in her arms Looking more like a skeleton than an infant alive Two frail pounds of flesh, God's alms She saw a survivor in him, as he lived through the night She fought alongside him, it was their fight It was her smile he got, and some say her gait It was her strength, that helped him punch above his weight Ever mischievous, with lips ready to smile But willing to work hard, and walk the extra mile Mother watched with pride as he achieved small milestones in life For a while she could forget all the troubles and strife Her boy grew up to be a strapping lad He gathered accolades and it made her glad She saw his transformation from frail to strong To see further successes, she did long But her boy wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth Despite trying his best, his career did go south He fell by the wayside, though he tried to go ahead His efforts to gain success, got him failure instead But the mother still smiles hiding her tears Her boy is her pride, and all that she fears Is that he doesn't lose heart and hopes he strives harder And gets all the happiness and blessings he can gather The mother still prays though God didn't answer her prayers She prays for her boy to be happy and never have tears Though the whole world may see her boy as a loser He will always be the one she loves, always a son to her