My Mother

From morn to dusk And to the end of the endless night I saw her hopping from here to there With a worried face making things from wrong to right From a newborn to the young And to the old who dared her to disobey Her orders were written on her face We had to be obedient kids or lose meals of the day From front gate to the backyard Her eyes roam like an evil curse No one wanted getting caught doing wrong Punishment was imminent; her words were simple and terse From one room to another and then to other As she dragged herself with her heavy feet Double vigour we put into our work For we knew well she threw her slap quite hard and swift Sometimes things would go wrong Our lives would pass through misfortune’s terms We yearned for hope and pity She rushed to gather us under her caring arms Her serene eyes stare at all of us As we assembled before her portrait to pray She must be smiling on the other side of life For what we were then and what we are today @Tiku 10/05/2015