A child is born
A treasure to a mother
She cherishes so deeply
Far more than a father
She nurtures his talent
Always keeps to his side
All day and all night
For he is everything to her,her pride
Her days are now endless
But she does not wait for long
For he learns to walk and tumble
Right into his mothers arms
Tears of joy are unstoppable when
Her dear little joy learns to speak
That mouth shaping 'ma' ,makes
Her legs shake with joy and go weak
Her pride now learns fast and
She herself gives him time
Sacrificing those minutes she first used
To create art that would once shine
Her time is now scarce
She only knows to give him care
Her days are now spent
For his food and his prayers
She never once stops to brood
Never thinks her child went wrong
She found fault in herself
Continued keeping only him strong
Her child could now read
And run and write and speak
He played all day long
Knowing his mother never would let him go weak
His studies all went wrong
He never paid attention
Even his father was pointing those faults
His mother never once did mention
He was failing day by day
His situation was always bitter
Yet his mother would hope against hope
That he would still get better
He was expelled out of schools
He was even called a bully
But his mother still forgave him
Telling herself not to worry
Her child grew nineteen
He smoked away on the streets
Yet his mother kept her concern
Whenever he came home being beat
His father lost hope long ago
But his mother kept her hopes high
"He will be the brightest star." she'd say,
"Above all others he shall fly!"
His son got his job
His mother's happiness could reach the Lord
Even when his son abandoned her
And then shifted to abroad
Years went by, his parents grew old
He never sent down a word
But her mother always did keep
Her own hopes on a hold
His father soon after died
But the son never once visited
People now began to throw snide remarks
But her mother still had her love for him, still waited
He never once came to help
He should have people knew
But his mother still kept on smiling
Knowing that her years were now few
Finally her death day came
She already knew of it beforehand
Even then lying on her bed
She kept hold on her sons nonexistent hand...
"My day has arrived, my dear."
She said before going in j one line
" Now I am tired, but son you remember,
That you will always be mine...."
©AkshayaGadre