© 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
