She taught me the ways of life,
How to keep away from the outsiders’ knife,
When to laugh and when to cry,
Doing so I grew, by and by.
She was gentle and kind,
Her name was the first on my little tongue,
She taught me to remain in my right state of mind
She was always there for me and will be yet, for very long.
I have inherited her crazy laugh as well as her hot temper,
But one thing I’ve not got from her is,
The strength she needs to be my mother…
2011’
Akanksha ! I love your poems....Looking forward to read many more....All the best...God Bless you :)
ReplyDeleteShirupa