They
designated a single day
For
appreciating you in May
With gifts
and commercializing
For
profiteers always advertising
Gifts? For motherhood? What a joke!
Please, do
not my rage provoke
To think of
bonding
To imagine
loving
To know
affection
To recognize
devotion
None surpasses
them
Mother’s a
true gem
Where would
I be
Without your
act of love
That made me
be
From infancy’s
cove?
Your sacred womb
Had me lovingly
entombed
Floating and
exchanging
With you juices
of love and life
In stately
darkness swimming
For nine
months, free of strife
You relished
my kicks, nourished my being
As pain and
I incrementally jived
To the final
upsurge
Before I
emerge
You put all
pain aside
Wanting me
by your side
As your first
act of love
Outside, via
which inside I throve
Then you fed
me from your bosom
Abandoned
all so I could blossom
To you I
always came first
No matter
what, you came last
All done with
not a whimper
All smiles,
in my pain or chatter
Was there
ever a joy
I had that
you did not share?
Did I suffer
a single throe
That was not
in your prayer?
Was there such
a friend
Like you to
the very end?
Long after
you’re gone
Your essence
in me will flow
Alive or
not, thy will is done
No love so
utterly shows
As yours,
bar none
Full, pure,
with grace it flows
My love for
you is for ever
As yours is
to the last
All days
belong to Mother
Not just in
May alas!
Else don’t
even bother
To seek love
from any Other
You epitomize
all goodness
You symbolize
all kindness
You signify
all selflessness
You eschew
all selfishness
How could
you not?
Else your
own flesh to blot?
©Alwi
Shatry, June 19, 2017
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