MOTHER's EMBRACE

From an obedient child
to a nagging youth
the rigours of time played it's part
her love only grew with time
ourightly sublime.

How she gets to know of my pain
merely by talking on phone
something that's still beyond me
in the midst of all the storm
her lap continues the most comfortable place to be.

Her frail body needs to slowdown
but she just won't budge
working round the clock
by her age you can't judge.

Gentle and kind
yet fierce when the need be
she's one strong resolute woman
grateful to be her son.

Her ubiquitous presence in my life
heals all my wounds
blessed by her divine grace
the magic of mother's embrace.

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