'The Wonder Called Mother'
Mirror Mirror on the wall,I wonder what is the sweetest word of them all,
The mirror just giggled for a while, and whispered the magic that was worthwhile,
It said:
She is the one who, sees all, but says little
She is the one who, sacrifices all, but complains little
She is the one who, gives all but expects little
This trickle from the mirror, brought me closer to her,
And there are no prizes for guessing, who is this her,
The sweetest word of them all, it said,
is of course, the most precious gift of the Lord,
who births and nurtures her little one bright,
with all her might, energy and fight,
for whom you are the centre of the World,
Again, there are no prizes for guessing, who is this her,
It is of course, my loving Mother,
And mom, this one's for you,
Thank you for laughing & making it lighter,
Thank you for taking pride in your daughters,
Thanking you for making us see the brighter,
Thanking you for making us grow our blessings,
Thank you for your very verbal thinking,
clubbed with wisdom, devotion and right action,
which softly sculpted our thoughts & actions.
Thank you for being ever so giving,
It taught us the meaning of caring & forgiving,
Thank you for being always so strong, to take the decisions and back them all along,
Thank you for making me, the person I am,
There is so much more to learn and pass on,
And now I realise, this is just the beginning of an endless song,
But before I put my pen down, I must say you are an epitome of Love & honour,
Thank you for being the best and my mom!
Love you Mom!