on being maternal

The skype call made my today
Followed by “happy mother’s day”
A heart mostly serene and contented
Basked in this cheering “enunciation”

You mom were my cooling evergreen oasis
Your lap my childhood’s softest secure shawl
I’ve tried hard to emulate your grace, being merely
A series of flaws haphazardly stitched in place

I don’t know if I’ve succeeded in making you proud
Of what I am today but do know I try hard and daily
Sow seeds of love with whatever my paltry(ness) allows
You being such an “elusive” act to follow

I sorely miss you and then find you in my face …


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