Who am I?

This poem is about a mother.

Who Am I

 

Me not me;

me not I

me the sky of my kids,

me the pivot of my Home.

Who am I?

Me not me;

me not I,

Sparkling eyes in the joy of my kids,

Sinking hope in mere shadow of their pain.

Who am I?

Me not me;

me not I,

Touching the sky with the hands of my kids,

Nurturing all dreams in their curious eyes.

Who am I?                                   

Me not me;

me not I,

My lips pour cheese with the bliss of my kids,

My heart begins dancing with their tinkling laughter.

Who am I?

Me not me;

me not I

I am a mother, yes…. I am mama

Holding my kids and their queries,

……………………...their hopes,

…………………….. their dreams,

 ……………………..their enthusiasm,

……………………..their confidence,

……………………...their success,

Absorbing their grief,

…………...their fear,

……………their stress,

……………their solitude,

 I am a mother I am a maa.

Reviews

[Final-Karma]

As a mother you are a culmination of many things but still nothing at the same time. You are made in your child's image. What they perceive of you is dictated by your actions. It is not a task for the light but it brings those involved much happiness. Your poem strikes home when I think of my own mother. She stayed up late waiting for me to come home. Always alarmed if she felt something was wrong. Never resting and always in pursuit of my safety and happiness. More so than I was or still am. She would tell me that I would never understand what it feels like to be a mother. After some time I realized she was right. There is a different bond. An otherworldly tether that links a child and their mother. It is a sacred right that only those two share. Thank you for sharing this. It is a great piece.

[Chanda Arya SUHANSI]

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