Ego melts in mother's love
Not pungent not putrid!
Moments, years denied
The cry of the womb replaced
by a smile
To see her baby
fast asleep
To sit by him
And run her fingers
Through the black, black hair.
To kiss his cheek
Now rough with stubble
To watch him
While the waters wash
the wounds of pain,
Hi MaterialMom,
ReplyDeleteKindly read first this and then this too.
You might like them to go along with these thoughts...
നന്ദി!
I read your posts which is fodder for the mind with your vast reading and multiple references. Am really impressed. Do keep writing, and why not in English?
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