My Mother- POTD
Wrapped round in swaddling clothes,
I saw her bright smiling face.
Lying helpless, still in a trance,
I sensed her soft soothing touch.
Warm it was when huddled tight,
Glad it was to be held close,
Pleasure it was to be lifted up,
And Heaven it was to be in her lap.
She took me in her gentle hands,
Fed me with her nourishing milk,
Made me sleep with lullabies sweet,
Cared her children day and night
She ever remained a pillar of strength,
In whom I saw a never failing friend.
Led me through the devious turns of life,
Always there to lend her helping hand
Wise it was to seek her counsel –
In complex issues too hard to solve,
Sane and sound, she ever remained.
To trials of life, she never surrendered.
She taught us the quintessence of life,
She showed us the route to tread,
Her zest for life never once ceased,
Her trust in God was ever on the rise
As I look back to days of yore,
All I wish is to conjure up the past,
To be reborn a second time,
To be my mother’s darling child!
~ Poem of the Day~
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