Motherhood

She met me months before anyone else,

Actually we were no different back then,

When I kicked, she felt it too, 

But she smiled and celebrated.

I was a born troublesome, 

She handled me well everytime. 

The stress I gave her was unimaginable,

But she loved and celebrated.

I was in grade 1 or 2, 

When I told her I didn't want study. 

She could have slapped me like teachers,

But she taught and celebrated.

I was a little older now, 

Little did I cared so was she.

All the surplus work was on her, 

But she redeemed and celebrated.

Now I am physically far from her,

Lost somewhere in this chaos of world.

I said I'll call you when I would be free,

But she only waited.

Happy mother's day.

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