Your love was boundless
As a helpless baby

You nurtured me

You taught me to



And to manage myself

Each time I faltered

You were there to hold me

Your lifeline held out

In times of need

You rejuvenated

My faith in me

You were in retrospect

A personification of love

When in doubt

Of my self-worth

Regardless of my displeasure

You were critical and honest

When necessary

You did not pander

To all my outrageousness

Your good sense kept me

From making an utter fool

Of my self always

You did not disparage

When I made mistakes

But encouraged me to continue

Today my tenacity, grit n success

Are all your everlasting gifts

You infused doses of oxygen n

Life-saving blood constantly

Today I can proudly say

That I am doubly blessed to have
you as my mother and vouch to
carry on your legacy faithfully.

The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.-Henry Ward Beecher
1813-1887, American Preacher, Orator, Writer


One Comment for: “Mom”

  1. You are a good poet with a pure heart. Keep on the good work. All the very best to you.

    Submitted by Abhishek Gupta on December 25th, 2008 1:40 pm

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