With Love

A Mother’s Day reminder

It must be her artistry

Next to godliness

Having perfused you

With blood of her own

Cradling you in her womb

Till forty weeks were gone.

And when you were ready,

You pestered her a lot;

Kicking and pushing

Till you were out.

She had endured the pain —

The pain of half a hundred Dols

Yet she smiled silently

Because it was her victory call.

You will always remain a part of her

Born out of her

And living after her.

Mother’s Day isn’t just a day.

It’s a reminder in the middle of May

That half a year is yet to unfold

Gift her some pride

Gift her some joy

Be a human good and true.

She’s left this world a legacy —

Dear, that legacy is You.

NV©