More precious than the <br />Moment I held you <br />In my arms- <br /> <br />More dearer than the <br />Moment I watched you <br />Take that first step- <br /> <br />More firmer my faith <br />Than that moment <br />You chose your path ahead; <br /> <br />Biting back my gasps; <br />But making sure you knew <br />My hand was there- <br />To hold and guide and support and comfort.... <br /> <br />For, only you know- <br />How torturous the road was; <br />To this threshold you now are at, <br />Sailing rough waters. <br /> <br />To pass under that <br />Quarterdeck. <br /> <br />I saw you <br />Proud, straight- <br />The perfect salute; <br />The smile that played <br />on your lips. <br /> <br />This mother now, <br />With pride anew in you, <br />Hands you over, to our Mother; <br /> <br />With the deepest respect; <br />For, more precious, more dear <br />Are you now. <br /> <br />And more firmer my faith <br />In all that you will do. <br /> <br />A Salute to you <br />My son! ! <br /> <br /> <br />Usha,1 December, '07<br /><br />Usha Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-salute/
