Sunday, 11 May 2014

She is my dear Ma



We call her different names

Some call her ma and some call her mum
Whatever we call her, she will always remain our Ma

From the time of our birth,
we become her responsibility
Our safety and care is
her topmost priority

She showers her love and affection
expecting nothing in return
The only thing she ever wants
is our happiness
and for that she can go through anything

When we were little
we would look at her with awe
She was like an angel
fallen from the skies
to take care of us
on behalf of the creator





Her favorite pastimes
is preparing us with delicacies
and dressing us up with fancy
costumes and everything nice

When we are hurt,
it is she who would be worried
about our well being
Scolding us for our silly mischief
as well as caring us at the same time

She pampers us
and challenges us
She teaches us
to stand up and
never fall down

But if we do fall down
she is there to hold us
and put us back together


















Unfortunately time has passed
and we are no longer little
Distance has widened between us
though we are trying our best
to lessen it with love

As we revisit those memories
sweet as well as bitter
we know that she was always with us

Love you ma
for being with us
caring us as well as bearing us
and tolerating our stupid arrogance

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