A Mother Is a Legend,
A mother is a legend
Never to whither or bend
She has plenty binders
Little, big or strong never fragile
She is the source of one’s love
That never dries or withers away
Even in death sometime she smiles
At lost regrets her children mourn about
Even at seventy a man can remember
My mom used to cook it this way
Something related to his very being strong never to sway
Moon would stand witness
To young mouth fed wailing and tear jerking intense
Her mental image the child never age
She can swiftly think the day one in her arms any stage,
Hurt she will for her little ones
Helpless in state but never say die her attitude with smiles
When you were a kid will always remain
She is a punch bag, dear diary to many, who hit with unintentional blows
Remorse and guilt are her parade to watch and help in stride with no tirade
She stands at a junction like a martyred stone
She stands a witness to many flow of love, still alone
For she will not side or stand apart
Knowing her base as inseparable part
Her children are waves to flow back with love
She never ceases to expect this to conclude or impede
As long as mum is around and one is lucky to have
A dedicated soul with only love in her heart…..
Copyright © Sundari Kannan | Year Posted 2010
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