Mother

Published in UK by anchor publications in an anthology –


1. Happy mother be! (On Mother's day)
Welcomed and caressed In your protecting hands, I could sense the quiver in your heart, See the glee in your moist eyes, Feel the warmth in your sugar-filled voices That prompted me to take those first steps To dream your dreams that I ought to take On lines of visions of you and your mentor; Tentatively sentimental like all mothers That I might not show up safe in alien places, You relinquished your dreams personal, And waited on me feeding my hunger and fancy, With half closed eyes, sleep talking caution, Eager in wait for my return every time, All anguish in your lovely eyes that prayed; Tied we were fast by the umbilical cord, Pregnant with all moral and emotional bonds, And placental vestiges of pageantry ethical; You could half discover your beloved in me, As you were afraid I might turn a distant adult, Liked or not you fondled me as baby to the last, With dignity and grace a countenance could stand, Weeping like child in my wounds and cuts, In place of creator though repenting on earth, Shooed all surrogates and evils away; Now that my angel is in far off heaven, No moons can be brought down To put them in garlands to decorate your image, On this Happy Mothers Day.

Copyright Seshu Chamarty 2008
Happy Mother's Day