The Golden Mother

The Golden Mother

In her tummy, 

I had lain for

three hundred days,

a single, 
but multi-purpose room;

there I slept and played

there I ate and bathed.

A blanket that warmed me 

in winter,

the linen that refreshed me 

in the summer,

a protective cover of all 

times and seasons

from harm and disease.

A gymnasium of every sort-

where I ran and skipped,

where I relaxed when 

wanted and desired,

where I changed body position,

whenever necessary.

Her discomfort was my comfort,

her varied and numerous pains 

gave way to my happiness  and

joy within.

Her groaning I care less to know,

her overweight the load I passed

over to her,

her edema my waste she carried.

Her arms my couch and

sofa of three years,

her breasts my never-

run-out-food-pantry;

her legs the spinning chairs

that always put me to sleep.

Her laps I bed wet for years,

her clothes I turned to diapers

to hold my waste;

her head-tie I used as

handkerchief to clean 

my face.

Her back-a mobile crèche

without equal,

her mouth-the lullaby-

gramophone devoid of

musical instruments,

unbeatable by any

world class musician.

My cries she understands,

my pains she bears and soothes,

my joy we both share-

when I smile she laughs.

My concern her concern,

My emotions she reads easily,

My feelings she interprets with

correctness.

Her name I knew before 

other names,

her voice I recognized 

with distinction,

her face the first image 

ever recorded in mind.

When I play she responds 

positively,

modest yet, very inviting are

her challenges for my 

growth and development;

out of love  she challenged

me to begin the

walk of life by steps.

Challenged me to crawl by

throwing dice at me,

tasked me to stand up

raising objects atop of me;

tasked me to walk by 

holding my hands,

taught me how to run by

running with me.

From her I learned the

first lesson of life,

all-round teacher in those

formative years;

all-time companion,

who does not abandon

even in tough times.

The inner room counselor-

who assures, supports, and

defends;

shall I forget you,

even with a few failings

and noticeable errors?

Never! Never!!Never!!!

May you continue to live,

let your pride of motherhood

manifest to ALL.