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My Mother...

Dedicated to the Unconditional Love of a Mother

By Sanah NPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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She was the one who first held me on her bare tummy,

My blood-stained body….

After we were first disconnected from each other.

The first warmth of human hand I ever felt.

She was the one who gave me life and made me grow within her

When all along I was making her feel most uncomfortable.

That was the day it started, her care and worry for me

Which would never end till her end.

I was the proud son, who had everything any child would want-

From being breast fed till over one and tucked into bed with lullabies,

From being protected from a single mosquito, my mother’s awakened sleepy eyes.

Warm cuddly baths to yummy soups

All done by her.

The days I visited my doctors for painful vaccines,

My mother felt the pain piercing through her.

She cried and laughed more than anyone else did,

For me, ‘cos I was her world….. her only world.

She found solace in my smiles;

And lived her happiest moments with each of my growing steps,

She never asked for anything in return.

She fought her tears of pain, for my joys.

All she wanted was to not give me or let know

Of any of her worries and pain, which she was going through.

Unlike many moms, she did not go to work

‘Cos she never wanted to miss a second of my growing up years.

Money was the last thing on her mind.

Neither did she want to prove herself to anyone,

For little self esteem and independence.

All she knew is that she brought me into this world,

And it was her duty to take care of me,

‘Cos nobody else would do that job best, other than her.

Her dream of bringing up a well child,

Principled, humble and good hearted

Just as she.

Today, she’s a proud mom

When people tell her how good her child is-

In whatever he does, with a good heart,

Humble actions and pure mind.

She beams with joy in her eyes

To hear good things about her son.

She sees the difference…

He may not be the best in whatever he does, yet he excels in her eyes.

I smile, and so does she… it’s god’s gift to both of us,

For being so pure and kind.

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About the Creator

Sanah N

Writer & poet looking at being hired for freelance writing & publishing my works.

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