When no more than a cell,
She protected us and nurtured us,
Held us in her womb.
Coursing her blood and breathe within us,
Waiting for that day, for the unseen to be seen!
Every birth is a story
To be recounted many years hence,
To willing or unwilling ears
By her, as she lives through
An experience very few can forget.
She is there when we smile
For the first time,
She is there when we cry
for the hundredth time!
She is there to see our rage,
Our anger and our bitter acrimony.
She is there when we are failing,
To see reason and the right way.
She is there when we are confused,
And unable to comprehend.
She is there to infuse courage
At moments when we are unable.
She is there to see us take pride,
In deeds and acts that make us.
She is there to see us take,
Our first tentative steps into adulthood.
She is there to coax and cajole us,
She is there to pacify and console us,
She is there to smile and humor us,
She is there to beat and scold us!!
We take her for granted
Until that day when we too,
Take up the onus
Of becoming like her..a Mother!