Mother Tribute (un published )

 

A Woolen blanket woven, breath by breath,

From whispered dreams and conquered death.

A single spark, a universe unfurled,

The silent art that shaped my world.

You bled your life, a crimson tide,

While storms without and life inside

Did rage and churn, yet in your gaze,

A family bloomed through sunlit haze.

Your blood, a river, gave me sight,

You chose the pain, and brought the light.

Your milk, a nation's sustenance,

Your spirit, motherland's defense.

A language born, a mother tongue,

On your devoted breast, I clung.

Before the ones who gave you birth,

You stood for me, you proved my worth.

Not just the milk, but kisses sweet,

A love that aged, yet felt complete.

Why did they fade, these tender signs,

As I outgrew your loving lines?

You sang of  Ballads, sweet and deep,

Of wisdom that the world would keep

But lose in haste, a hurried race,

You held its essence, time, and space.

Though lions roared beyond our door,

Your gentle word, and nothing more,

Could hush the storm, the warrior's might,

And bring us back to peace and light.

You bore my weight, my every stain,

Washed clean the shame, eased every pain.

And taught me truth, profound and vast,

That kings and warriors, built to last,

Are but the servants, low and meek,

Before the mothers they do seek.

A son's mad love, a potent brew,

Has left me drunk, forever true.

In dreams I hold you, close and near,

A spectral womb, dispelling fear.

I feel you leap, beneath my breast,

And give you back your mother's quest.

But lines are drawn, the world's decree,

Affection's turned to loyalty.

And motherhood, a solemn plight,

A duty bound, by day and night.

Before my kin were bound in vows,

I sought your heart, with earnest brows.

"Do you want me?" a child's plea,

To prove my right to love, from thee.

Justice herself, with vision veiled,

Learns from your heart, when love has failed

The world's harsh judgment, cold and stark,

You see the child, within the dark.

The mother-in-law's sharp, biting word,

Found echo in your heart, unheard

By those outside, a woman's fate,

To bear the burden, sealed by date.

Your weary neck, your eyes of dew,

Your silver crown, your lips of blue,

These silent verses, etched in time,

Have made me poet, yours to climb.

"The world will cheat," your warning clear,

Your fear for dreams, a boundless tear.

A fragile boat, on stormy seas,

You taught me sailing, with such ease.

Life laughs and weeps, a constant tide,

A mother's heart, where all reside.

The wins, the losses, ebb and flow,

Within that love, you truly know.

Now strength has fled, your body frail,

The city's struggles, you can't avail.

But in that pain, a truth I find,

That suffering sweetens, leaves behind

A knowledge deep, a gentle art,

The broken vessel, holds the heart.

When blows descend, and pain takes hold,

Your name, "Mom," is all I've told.

I hid the wounds, a selfish guise,

To spare your soul, your tearful eyes.

From grandmother, a lesson learned,

Though challenges your love had spurned,

Affection blooms, in ways untold,

A story woven, brave and bold.

Had you not sung your lineage's praise,

You'd wear a crown, in royal daze.

But in your humbleness, you shone,

A queen of hearts, and love alone.

Old age, a gift, from heavens sent,

For ungrateful children, heaven-bent

On their own paths, they often stray,

Forgetting love, that lights the way.

Don't show this to her, lest she smile,

And shatter dreams, for a short while.

For in her tenderness, I've found,

A sanctuary, hallowed ground.

Responsibility, a gentle grace,

Lullabies whispered, time, and space.

A mother's voice, though dry and weak,

Ran homes and taught, the words to speak.

Even to father, wisdom lent,

A silent strength, heaven-sent.

If born anew, a second chance,

May I be daughter, in your dance.

To repay the debt, the endless sea,

Of love you poured, eternally.

For family's weave, and love's embrace,

And battles fought, in time and space,

No Poets line, can truly hold,

The pure truth, in stories told.

This mother's heart, a boundless whole,

The divine power, that stirs my soul.