....When times are rough,
When the going gets tough.
When I see no one next to me,
There is this graceful figure I see.
Full of bruises yet strong enough to pick me up,
Just that beautiful is my luck.
No better best friend would I find,
My Mom- my mentor, my guide...
Sometimes, when everything seems to go wrong, no one seems to understand me, when I feel that solitude and prayers are the only two things I possess, I feel her warm hands on my shoulder. She picks me up, wipes my tears and does her best to make it alright. Her hug is best medicine and her smile- the best happiness.
Disasters, blunders and mistakes. I have the BEST recipe for all of them. And trust me, the smell goes quite far. She is the one who rolls her eyes and sprays perfume all over so that I don't get into trouble with anyone but.. **Gulp** her. She scolds, taunts, and sometimes is even hurt. But forgiving as she is, I always seem to find a place back into her loving embrace. Never has she or will she (Yes, I can assure you) leave me alone in a mess. She is my father, my favorite teacher, my best friend and the loveliest companion. She is my MOTHER.
Sometimes, I get pissed with her for embarrassing me in public and not going 'with the trend,' but then I forget, she is the coolest-est Mom of the 21st century, who welcomes my friends with a warm smile and NUMEROUS un-funny yet cute jokes, understands when I need my space and even talks to my friends to give them advice. Then when I remember- I feel like an idiot and thank my stars a dozen times over.
People say that I am a replica of her.
I disagree.
She is strength. And THAT strength resides in me.
She is beauty. And THAT beauty lies on my face.
She is perfection. Unfortunately, that I can just worship. I am not at all as perfect as she is. Not even near it.
She is a perfect blend of strength and softness, dignity and sacrifice, love and strictness. Her heart is an abyss of Patience, love and forgiveness which is everlasting and ever-pure. If I ever seem to be obstinate enough not to learn, no matter how wrong I am, she tries over and over. If I am ever let down, she picks me up. If I ever make a mistake, she rebukes but then forgives.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper
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