My Mother and I
My mother spoke… My Baby,
When you were born, skimpy and shriveled you looked.
My heart did skip a beat when you looked blue and glued.
Greeting you to the world, my ears strained for your cry.
The nurse slapped you twice, and my mouth went dry.
I would have wrung her neck, you cried aloud in protest.
Meekly you whined, I subdued then all detest.
I held you close to my heart, we will never part.
Yet you cried your lungs out, I did my best to hold you right.
I spoke to you of pain I bore while I brought you afore.
The bliss you gave while within, the pride I feel lifting your chin.
I watched your toothless smile, love suffused and brimmed over.
You knew nothing, and then the hunger began.
Its then you drew closer, to suckle and feed;
I felt the god’s creation grow in my hand.
I rejoiced when you turned over, you missed your first step and fell over.
Your chin bled, while my heart cried; but you stood up, my tears you dried.
I danced the dance of my life, when you held my little finger tight.
Your little steps went back and forth, you picked on henceforth.
Floral hues bloomed in your face; I watched the rainbow through your eyes.
Felt the drizzle in the garden green, night stars twinkled bright.
I turned my sweat to blood, groomed you into a gentle man !
I spoke… My mother,
Blessed I am that I was born of you, I love you !
It is your birthday… Happy Birthday Ma !!
Causes Sumathi Mohan Supports
Child education, eradication of child labour and child marriages, promotion of education in slum areas. free thinking. MV Foundation, Hyderabad. CRY.