Mother
Tears of joy flowed down the mother's eyes
When she held the emaciated baby in her arms
Looking more like a skeleton than an infant alive
Two frail pounds of flesh, God's alms
She saw a survivor in him, as he lived through the night
She fought alongside him, it was their fight
It was her smile he got, and some say her gait
It was her strength, that helped him punch above his weight
Ever mischievous, with lips ready to smile
But willing to work hard, and walk the extra mile
Mother watched with pride as he achieved small milestones in life
For a while she could forget all the troubles and strife
Her boy grew up to be a strapping lad
He gathered accolades and it made her glad
She saw his transformation from frail to strong
To see further successes, she did long
But her boy wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth
Despite trying his best, his career did go south
He fell by the wayside, though he tried to go ahead
His efforts to gain success, got him failure instead
But the mother still smiles hiding her tears
Her boy is her pride, and all that she fears
Is that he doesn't lose heart and hopes he strives harder
And gets all the happiness and blessings he can gather
The mother still prays though God didn't answer her prayers
She prays for her boy to be happy and never have tears
Though the whole world may see her boy as a loser
He will always be the one she loves, always a son to her
Copyright © Manoj Kumar | Year Posted 2015
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