Bringing to you a poem which encompasses a lifetime of love, tenderness and proclivity!
Her hands have had the brawn to raise the mènage virtuous,
To embrace your whimpers and expunge the tears impervious.
Each day in prayer they have coalesced,
Your exigencies invariably, have ascertained them abreast.
Her vision may be hazy but has captured a lot,
Those eyes have discerned pain and a clique of tears they have got,
They have witnessed your laughter, your outbursts, your fears,
Now they seek to close for the end her body nears.
She taught you to love, to smile, to pray,
Rebuked you for your slight transgressions all round the day,
Has been a chanteuse when she sung you to sleep,
Was the one whom you could trust when you had a secret to keep.
Don’t flare up at her today, don’t manifest your fits,
Just stride down to her and say ‘I LOVE YOU ‘
Array the signs of tender, care and warmth,
Let the yearnings of your heart be her LAST ADIEU!
A mother's hug lasts long after she lets go!