It was the day ,the doomsday for her,
the child kept in cocoon of womb for whole nine months,
and in the armour of her blessings and hugs since then.
She had followed him like a shadow
He was the only one,the entire world for her.
She cried the moment he was hurt
and cried if he whelped in pain
She cried if he did not eat and was in loss
she cried when he was overjoyed in game with his gain.
People mocked at her,naming her the Weeping Willow
But it finally ended.
She had stayed home that day
to prepare for the big surprize.
He would be ten,her big boy.
Yes,he came home,carried on shoulders by the folks.
But not cheering,rather crying in place of her.
Now she doesn’t cry anymore.
She guards her boy sleeping on the bed.
Waiting for him to wake up
and put her to sleep
after relishing the dishes she made
after shedding the much abhorred last tear.
beautiful and am touched!
An elegant heartfelt touching piece though it’s next to impossible to empathise completely with the absolute emotions of motherly love ,for mother is the GOD on earth.