Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Mom

Angry, upset she came running to my house
She possessive of her boys, away was her spouse
A wound in her son’s arm like bitten by a mouse
Looked at me, her face red, so was her blouse

Why did you bite him? Dare you do it again?
She Knew,  I will, those days, for all I was a pain
Now loves me like a son, in her heart I remain
All my work she takes pride, feels like her gain

For sure there isn’t a day, she fail to think of me
Very worried of my health, frequently does call me
Smiles through when I speak, keenly listen to me
I am always in comfort, her prayers work for me

Unconditional her love, consider my words  serious
These days, love very rare, not even for the pious
Though I call her Chechi, she like my mom precious
To remain her son, I always will strive continuous


Sree....

Remany Chechi... Love You 

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