5• She

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*This poem became one of the Runner-ups in the Wattpad Chicklit Summer contest*

Yes! I remember those days.
When I had no job to do but weep,
When toys were my only amusements,
And had lots of teddies to keep.

I wonder how did I smile so often then,
Sadly, that time, I had no teeth to evince!
Yet,with my smile, a Lady had always brushed off every regrets,
No matter how much distant HER heart had been from peace.

They were those tender and warm hands,
That taught me to amble and, take the air,
And it were HER unceasing tattles,
That cheered me up to frame words like HER.

Even today, when I am no more juvenile,
My care and safety holds the leading position,
Still my well-being is her requisite,
And my happiness, her Oxygen.

SHE never bothers about HERSELF,
Only waits for my wish to be announced.
Be it a dish or a gift, always holds her warmth,
And echoes her happiness as I have always found.

I know my wound is more painful to HER,
And my grief makes tears sweep HER rosy cheeks,
My establishment is what SHE daydreams about,
And my glowing future is what SHE always seeks.

I don't need to say it at all,
But SHE would understand all the while,
That I am disquiet and in need of soothe,
And to heal that rack of mine, SHE would go miles.

And I really feel proud of the Lady,
As SHE has always been my shield,
Never let darkness linger around me,
Under any circumstance and in any field.

Now the matured me has seen the light,
And have made up my previously imperfect mind,
That I should never misinterpret HER anger on me,
As that actually maddens HER heart much more than I find.

Words fall too short for HER description,
But I had just wished to endeavour,
These lines are actually from a blessed daughter,
For her sturdy and alluring MOTHER!

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