I was going on a journey by train, <br />Outside it had started to rain. <br />My eyes rested on a mother and a child. <br />It is only possible to find <br />Such a look of tenderness on a mother’s face. <br />It was a moment filled with grace. <br /> <br /> <br />As the child looked up at her, <br />It instinctively knew it was her mother <br />And he can have complete trust <br />In her, that she will always put him first. <br />Compassionate, forgiving, tender and loving <br />At times firm, but forever giving. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />God created mothers as he couldn’t be everywhere, <br />So each child could get his fair share <br />Of protection and love, when in need. <br />She not only feeds and reads <br />To him but by example leads. <br />And tries her best to sow the right seeds. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My mother is no more <br />She will never walk in through that door. <br />But where ever she is, she is blessing me <br />I know in my heart, she taught me how to be.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tribute-to-motherhood/
