She who carries us within,

Going through changes herself,

Physical, psychological and at times fatal.

She who nurtures us, 

Forgoing her sleep and hunger,

Yet questioned, criticised for the slightest flaw.

She who bears the bone-breaking pain

Or the 11 cms long needle,

Just to see us cry out loud.

She who nestles us in her bosom,

And sings us a lullaby 

Her smell becomes our fragrance.

She who takes pride,

In the smallest of our achievements,

Has a twinkle in her eye for us, forever.

Her love – unconditional,

Her care – ever flowing,

She herself – omnipresent,

She, the mother, is indescribable.

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