Mother in black and white, <br />Hung when she was youthful, <br />A Beautiful picture of her and us, <br />Always tells us that she was alive, <br />Hug of a selfless mother never felt, <br />Food of the tiring hands never tasted, <br />Laps of the comfort taken so soon, <br />The place of a queen always vacant, <br />Half a dozen loving hearts around, <br />Having the specific names of their own, <br />Sacrificial love of a mother is not known, <br />Mother is the sweet, who can taste as one, <br />Mother is a bee, collects memories of honey, <br />Mother is a treasurer, not accounting all our secrets, <br />Mother is a film editor, smart in cut and paste, <br />Mother is a lioness, the ringmaster to Lion King, <br />Mother is a priceless gem, good in painful self carving, <br />A mother more needed as spirit in heaven, <br />may be still around as our intuition.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-31/
