Mother and Child
Some where out there in the lands,
A little boy longs to hold his mothers hands
A mother’s angelic voice bids him goodnight,
She whispers gently to his little ears ‘sleep tight’.
And she gives a warm soft kiss on his fragile small head
She turns off the light, quietly shuts the door and walks ahead.
Mother sleeping in the night awakes as soon as she hears her son’s screams
And rushes with panic, soon she is comforting him of his terrible dreams.
Mother takes her son to school for the first time,
Scared and worried she reassures him and says you will be fine.
10 years later he is no longer a child but is still a young man
Still looked after by his mother who is his only biggest fan.
Sadly few months later mother has slowly faded away
Leaving her son to be independent, and lead his own way.
Some where out there in the lands,
A little boy no longer holds his mothers hands.
Copyright © Neelam Shah | Year Posted 2008
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