A Mother She Is
A feather, she is, delicate but marks one’s essence,
Makes the bird fly above, in its adolescence,
Falls when fluttered, when age it earns,
The old featherless bird, only then, its importance it learns!!
A root, she is, bearing the entire plant,
Nurtures and nourishes from seed as a confidante
Grounded she remains, hidden, masked of light
Seeking happiness, in the blossoming flower’s pride!!
A baby, finds her, its needs and wants,
Grows holding and leaning, in her arms,
The man he then grows, now stands tall -
Strengthening her fragile form, avoiding her fall!!
A mother, she is, who gives her whole self,
Living in the shadows for her shining kin’s help!!
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