Mom Is Unforgettable
Many times on my couch I lie
In a vacant mind or pensive drift
Wondering and pondering
Why the thought of my mom
Doesn’t go off my busy mind;
Ever after she is no more
Is it ‘cause of being a chip off the block,
Physical bond, blood relation,
Evolution - in womb,
Umbilical connect, love,
Care and grooming.
In many instances stepmother
Or a sibling, or a dad or others
Have filled the void caused by
dead mothers or adoption per se
Is is because of gratitude or
selfishness or emotion or admiration
Is it food, clothing, shelter, love
Security, protection and support
Nothing withstanding.
Very surprising that this love for mom
exists till the *** end of one’s own life.
Why and how?
For sure I don’t have an answer.
Mothers may know it best!
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