My Guardian Angel

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‘