What is a Mother?
By Sikiladi
What is a Mother? Who is a Mother?
She is made up of several ingredients
The stove, the smoke, the burnt fingers
Freshly cooked meals and aroma that lingers
The comforting hand over the brow
That never lets you feel so very low
The calming hug and comforting words
More musical than several chirping birds
The caring pats and concerned calls
Acting as your soul’s boundary walls
The Dainty smile with that unique charm
Protecting from all negativity and all harm
The tired physique and sleepless nights
Nurturing and safeguarding from all frights
The wisdom in words so casually taught
Influencing all so many mindful thoughts
The moist eyes and sheltering arms
Cocoons from world’s shattering storms
The ever encompassing gentlest lap
A shudder from any thunderous trap
The pearl among purity and relationships
Trying to ease your life’s challenges & hardships
Sensing your pain and suffering to be hers
Her blessed hand protects from all curse
The soothing balm and the caring nurse
Caring not for her looks nor her purse
Heaven on earth and bliss of blessings
On all your afflictions she’s a dressing
The prettiest fairy of all childhood fairytales
Flying to the rescue, permitting no fails
Life’s first ever and the smartest teacher
Inculcator of all wisdom, a spiritual preacher
As patient as a rock and fragile as candle wax
For her young one’s care, charging no tax
She hears unspoken words and reads the mind
Sensing your pain & pleasure within her grind
She peels not just peas and peanuts
But peals all fires, agonies and all hurts
The safety helmet in all the drives of life
Being a mother, staying your dad’s wife
Like a shadow shape her loving identity remains
Wherever one may go, within heart she remains
She is the hope in all those times you despair
Like a beacon on your journey’s darkest stair
She sacrifices her sleep, luxury and comfort
In her efforts to make your life a concert
She is the prayer, she is the praying
For your colors, she is one greying
Sikiladi 
Mothers nurture is so special
That hand that holds a treasure
That trust we give to only a few
Her tears sparkle like morning dew
Mothers come in many a hue
Thank you Monica for so many facets to mother dear
You are such a one I know my dear
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Thank you Shariffa ji. I love the mother in you.
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So special Monica 🥰
Celebrating miracle of motherhood.
A wonderful opportunity to remember and
Acknowledge ALL mothers ❣️
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Indeed dear Cooky. Motherhood is a great miracle in itself.
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