Mother

© Copyright Renu Vyas

She is the one who creates

And is the synonym of earth

They have named her “mother”

She bears the pain of giving birth

She nourishes and nurtures

And keeps her family well fed

Works tirelessly all day long

And yet is the last one to bed

She gives up her name and identity

And adopts her husband’s name

Forgets her own wants and dreams

Prays for his health, wealth and fame

As her children grow up and flourish

She feels immense pride

And in order to make them happy

She keeps her own dreams aside

She ignores their bad tempers

And overlooks their flaws

And though she’s worthy of it

She never gets any applause

She often gets neglected

But calmly handles the stress

She hides the pain with a smile

And shows not she’s depressed

She worries about her family

And gives them sound advice

But she is often ignored

And hurt without thinking twice

At times she’s sad and lonely

Amidst those that she loves

She sheds silent tears at nights

At behavior she’s undeserving of

And yet because she’s a mother

Her heart remains loving and pure

She forgets and forgives all

And strives to keep her family secure

“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.” 
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day