By Srividhya MK
Cradled in the music of her lullaby,
Intoxicated by her mellifluous melody,
The Little infant drifted to sleep,
With the angel by his side he had no worries to keep.
As a toddler when he first attempted to stand,
She held him up, up by his hand,
A huge smile lit up his face,
As she hugged him in a tight embrace.
Though the boy grew up a little insolent,
Towards him the angel was ever-benevolent,
She showered him with love and care,
and whenever he needed her, she was always there!
The angel guarded him in every way,
Warded off every trouble and dismay,
Her love for him was deep and unfathomable,
And soon her relationship grew intimate and inseparable.
Days became months, months became years,
The boy became a man with mustache and beard,
Through the angel's mind memories ran,
about the day when they walked hand in hand.
Things began to change and he failed to spare,
A little time for this angel who always cared,
Wife and children filled up his space,
His life seemed like running a race.
Years rolled by as her beautiful melody,
Got translated into a sad melancholy,
She now lives in an old-age home, all aloof,
When her son and grandchildren are under a different roof!!
She waits for the day to come, for lessons to be learnt,
For time to justify the wounds so burnt,
Because the love of the angel was so very true,
and mothers so compassionate, are so few.
Let your angel not face a similar plight,
may her life be filled with delight,
For her every care she rendered to you,
Ensure an abundant reciprocation with love so true.
In every home where the angel resides,
In the heart of every soul where she perennially occupies,
The role she plays is truly inexplicable,
Her grace in the form of "mother" is boundless and indispensable.
She, the person who buried your sorrows,
A priceless gift which can neither be stolen nor borrowed,
Life would have truly been an empty space,
If not for your mother who filled it with grace!!!