October 3, 2025

Mother

In that moment I saw a glimpse of the mother,

 The ways she burnt herself to make her loved one’s glow.

 The rays no longer wake her up refreshed;

 She wakes to the whimper of her little one’s need.

 She buries her fatigue in a smile so warm,

 And hurries to get the day rolling on.

 She gathers her strength in quiet resolve,

 And the noon never catches her with undone chores.

 The weary eyes light up with soft glow,

 To the giggles of her littles ones in tow.

 Their laughter is the only reward she seeks,

 Their happy chorus fills her world with beam.

 The warm meals tucked away in little bellies,

 Their long tales and silly fights,

 Makes her life worth living.

 The half-eaten plate waiting to be cleaned,

 The little breaks that fall far in between,

 The sleepless night to nurse an ailing child,

 The aching back that craves a relaxing chair,

 Are luxury that she will only want,

 When tiny hearts that ached for her warm touch,

 Find rest after a day’s chaotic haste.

 The little reprimand for the unwritten work,

 The firm voice to discipline her brood,

 Breaks her heart in pieces untold.

 But with firm resolve she holds on.

 To the goodness of tomorrows’ reward.

 Now the little hands no longer need her;

 The meals she makes no longer feels nourishing,

 Conversations are served in spoons tiny and cold,

 Distant and indifference are the bequest she holds-

 Yet somewhere in their silence, her love still echoes.