Like a bubbling spring she
was
When I saw her the first
time!
She was all over the place
Laughing and running, and
playing
It was as if you want to
hold
A bunch of flowers all in
your hand
Some would just go out
into the cold
As you do not want to
cause folds
She was ethereal, I
thought
I saw some time later, she
was
A soul seeing many things
in life
Like the river ganga near
varanasi
She bears all the
responsibilities
Like a vessel full until
brim
Never showing if she is
grim
Her people around her as
if
Travelling in tranquil in
a vessel
Life is kind but not
always,
When I saw her later, she
was
In a huge turmoil as if
her vessel
Was going up and down in a
tyfoon
Yet her poise was great,
she served
Them with generosity
generating out of
Her lovable spirit, and
bearing all the
Burden yet never feeling
afraid
Of the thunders and the
floods that followed
He left her company after
a long
Life with care and spirit,
Even when he could not get
out of
His bed, he listened and
supported her
Even with his looks, when
his children were
Uneasy with the care and
attention
She vested on them and
grumpled..
She was shattered, but not
in spirit,
Standing against all odds,
She supported her children
And gave them solace, and
strength
Little does she reflect on
the
Unstoppable past, she like
a guiding light
Is always showing the
path,
Never complaining of the
hurricanes
The wonderful person that she
is!
Story: This poem is about my mom and all moms who stand for their family like a bedrock to a building, like a beacon in the dark, like a pillar upholding a roof...
I visualized her childhood based on the stories of her childhood she told us.
Story: This poem is about my mom and all moms who stand for their family like a bedrock to a building, like a beacon in the dark, like a pillar upholding a roof...
I visualized her childhood based on the stories of her childhood she told us.
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