My mother has been eleven mothers <br />And a hundred grandmothers <br />She's never noticed her getting gray <br />For, her eyes have been after kids all days. <br /> <br />Now she is sonless and daughterless <br />Yes, true mothers never have sons <br />Daughters neither, but children, <br />Only, children and their concerns. <br /> <br />Mothers and rivers are same <br />They never keep away from flowing <br />From the first dropp to the flooded union <br />Constantly they keep things under covering <br /> <br />Gods respect all bearing moms <br />For, Gods and Moms do the same.<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-to-my-mother/
