Is There A Bond More Intact

As a seed, Drawing sustenance from its kernel Sprouts A child securely asleep in its mother's womb, And swimming in the slushy warmth Of her placental stream Is born one day to an eerie world. Thereon a magical closed circle is drawn In which the mother and the child Lock themselves in.... Maturing through time From an infant to an adult All along, a tender synergy develops Between the mother and the child Starting even before birth, Spanning across life! A mother's love pours forth Like the gush of a fountain That in its inundating tide Drowns all other forms of love To a mother, her baby Is a treasure beyond price Her arms encircle him, In her tight hold, he feels secure Rocking him, singing lullabies Kneeling in prayer time and again Whispering prayers to God for his well being She spends sleepless nights, Tending her flesh of flesh Fashioned like an angel, A mother The wondrous creation of God's dexterous hands! Her heart, a well spring from which flows all goodness Breeding only love, Never failing, never faltering And a child wallows in its splendor That they remain So glued together!