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…..