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Many a times I have been asked
About my scar near my right eye
Proudly I say my mother gave it to me
Eyebrows raise high and a questioning look
No! My mother is the most adorable loving mother!
Not her fault but neither the doctor's nor his intern's
Nor even my small nails, the mystery remains
My mother didn't question nor give it importance
She said it could have happened by anyone
We are but human and such mistakes are not intentional
Moreover, it is honestly, the beauty of the soul that sparkles
Arguing or suing would not have taken the scar away
Quarrels reduce life and increase tension
I was a caesarian and I was brought to her all wrapped
Angel like with such a dark thick crop that the scar ceased
Before the joy of holding me in her arms after her health problems
I am proud of my scar, it keeps me one with my mother, my mentor.
November 23, 2015
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
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