A mothers heart

crop woman holding baby clothes while resting on couch

A mothers heart.

I look immovable.
I look strong.
I look unshakable.
As i stand like a rock.
For your life in my arms.

But,
It hurts me too.
I felt broken too.
I have seen nights pass.
waiting for dawn to arrive.
Sometimes at the edge,
Fearing this time i wont make it.
And then a power,
rising from a prayer within.
I get going,
As if all of it never been.

Even,
I feel the fears.
I feel those tears.
I feel the choke.
Unable to bear.

But then I clean my sore,
I have to attend to chores .

My efforts though not seen,
Nothing sticks so long without me.
Nothing moves on its own.
Nothing replaces my warm hugs to get you back on toes.

I maintain serenity.
I show equanimity.
I uphold dignity.
So that your belief stays sturdy.

I make choices,
Sometimes between theirs and mine.
I make decisions,
Sometimes for them and then me.
I make it work,
Sometimes for them before me.

Dont take this for weakness,
or burdens i carry.
Yes i am really tired sometimes.
But nothing can stop me,
Till the end of time.

If I am around.
Just look at me.
From soul true within.
I can read your eyes,
And sense your heart.
For i have lived more in them,
than in my own past.


A dedication to all mothers , warriors of all times and these times when all is in their hands , still they expect nothing more than a hug and a smile.

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