As smooth as glass, it seems, <br />Brittle, it is… <br />Once broken, takes time to heal, <br />Yet, her love, isn’t interchangeable, <br />Her intentions can’t be doubted, <br />Can’t be questioned either, <br />Her feelings are pure, <br />So true till you find heaven in it, <br />Even the shadow of hers… <br />Yearning for you to be happy, <br />Her sacrificed moments, doesn’t matter to her… <br />But does it matter to you? <br />A question can’t be answered by many… <br />Is the foolishness halting them from doing so? <br />Or <br />Is it the sense of uncertainty? <br />Without her, there’s no you, <br />Yet, a fact that never can be comprehended, <br />Nothing is importuned, in return… <br />For her devotedness, for her earnestness, <br />Peradventure, her trueness is mistaken for her obligation, <br />It is love, love and all love, <br />Is it that complicated to be distinguished? <br />You are her contentment, fulfillment… <br />In you, she sees the world, <br />In you, she desires to be apart, <br />In you, she is indeed everything….<br /><br />Poornima Kanasen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-s-heart-2/
