More than the world they mean,
Affectionate is she towards them.
Amazing courage she has
When she embraces motherhood.
Considered coy and shy,
A mother isn't one though.
As she brings out a life,
Almost losing hers…
Her blood and flesh,
Sounds that came out from the room were
Cries that sent chills down the spine.
Reverberating against the four walls,
Each of different emotions, one of pain
And the other of anxiety.
A mother's pain, and the baby's anxiety...
Spreading a cheer in the house,
By being immensely adorable,
Is a daughter, who makes one smile.
Fights picked upon,
Yet, the first person to confide,
Is a sister, who's our second mother.
Soul sister, bestie, partner in crime,
She smiled silently,
As wholeheartedly she cooked
But for whom, you know?
Maybe her parents
Or, wait, for her dearest friends?
Or her spouse who's tired?
No, her smile speaks more
Of contentment and pure bliss
Of feeding someone
Who's a part of...
She saw her life swinging high and low
As she swung high up in the wooden swing.
The carefree days of childhood,
Brought a beautiful curve on her face.
Lest she knew, how short lived was that,
Speed sets in at the daybreak,
When the lady steps into the kitchen.
The hands move faster than the bullet train,
As they slice through the veggies and chicken.
The cooker croons, not melodious though,
And milk plays hides...
Colours eluded him,
From the day he was born.
Sound he did befriend
From then on.
He had only his mom,
On whom he could lean on forever.
He saw her with his ears,
All through his life.
Her anklets were his...