A Child's Mother..

Every heart here is a mom and a child, Nowhere has it gone, except to give and love, Never has it failed to collect those star dusts, To garnish the colorful and rustic experiences, The heart has the fine tuner to which, The inaudible are the blasting and intuitive, Always awake and never close its lids of eyes, For it loves those who have mothered and, Also it, itself a mother, who only knows to care, Nonstop questions of have you eaten or not, Are you alright or not? Simply call you darling, Irresistible enquiries even after nipped many times, Whether your finance is fine or not, Is your spouse kind to you, not like its spouse? A Very generous heart that is willing to part, What little money it has, to fold and squeeze, In the hands of its loved one who are in need, Even when it is on the sick bed recuperating, When I called its name for assurance, It asked me back in the motherly voice, What I needed as if it is in the kitchen, a mother’s heart has never gone cold, Always warm, the memories bring the smile. Happy Mother's Day..Darling and sweet Amma