A MOTHER

SHE jumps off her bed in daybreak

Sighs and stretches forget to remark

Walks out the door prickling her broad eyelid

Sways like a drunkard in crisscross

 

SHE everyone rationalizes as their nanny

For the first language she bears

Food for the souls of her offshoots

Motherly looking over their child’s play

 

SHE as the master throne of everything

Closes rank when one is attacked

Evangelistically embraces all

For WE after all not cantankerous lot

 

SHE above all never tags unknown

Smiles and grimaces as circumstances call

Perhaps, some of you saunter oblivion

SHE is there stealthily all along!