The Freshness of
My mother's love,
Walks a mile
in the scorching hours,
She holds me near
with her gentle touch,
Blowing her care
in my difficult thrusts.
She makes it so simple
Leaving me in awe
Only mothers
are blessed with this
Magical Power.
Her tears when well up
In my little distress
I see the depth of her love
Yet I am at surface !
Her freshness at any time
of the day
Comforts my sadness
and smiles over my silence!
I feel so lost
When I look at her wrinkles
For it has heard the
conversations of struggle.
My Mother is a lady
of many strengths
That she has got back her life
Fighting illnesses !
I open my eyes to her face
And close it to her presence.
Her umpteenth concerns
Rantings and hugs
I can't think of a day without her !
As I embark on a journey
To not see her everyday
I gather my strength
With her love
To start afresh
Like she started one day !
-SSW
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