A Poem For My Mommy
How loaded is the word Mother-with dirty diapers, running noses
Late night upchuck, the bedtime stories and *the Diwali delicacies.
Seeing chaos, mess, too much noise, squabbles and broken toys
My mother said at bedtime kiss,” why do you multiply my woes?
We had very tough time – the economic crisis for a short period
Only four loafs of wheat for the five members sometimes we had.
She would promptly announced, she'd already her share of bread
“I was soo……. hungry, I had mine” she would dramatically add.
Though we all knew it, she wouldn't eat alone leaving us behind.
That expression for sometime became her nota bene in her mind.
Some mothers are kissing, some are scolding, & some are the both
However it is love all the same and Mommy, you're both for our growth.
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*Diwali, a festival of lights, the last day of Hindu calendar year like the
New Year eve of the Christian Calendar
March 14, 2014
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Poem for Mommy by Leonara Ghalinta
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