There goes the lullaby of love
That tears the stained curtains of pain
A voice so angelic, peaceful and serene
I fall in its embrace, and all struggles seem vain.
A face that smiles despite the anguish
Of letting go of dreams so dear
But sees the reflection of what it sought
In a young visage it adores with a heart, so clear
I rattle and chatter, my day long tale
There is a smile that listens to every word I scream
Murmuring roses fall short of words
For that smile shames innocence; O that benign beam.
A pair of hands holds the crazy bivouac
To satiate the needs of a demanding fool
Yet not one word of complain is ever heard
It’s a magical, never failing, meticulous tool.
Marching across from place to place
Attending the requests made ungratefully
The tired feet just halt for when
That smiling face has to hear me attentively
The smile, the voice, the tranquil face
That ease my life beyond words I have
All belong to my best best friend, God sent
My Mom has all the love in the world I crave.
- Vaisakhi Mishra
No matter how much we write, we will never find enough words to thank our moms or even describe the simple greatness her presence silently radiates.
P.S.: ‘I am writing a Tribute to Mom in association with Parentous.com‘