Mother

We all wonder what her life is like,Taking care of her children for absolutely no dime.Goes to work every day,Sometimes even on Sunday.

All I think is,how can you handle a lot.when you have to go work,and check patients in the allotted slot.

At all times, you have been here,whether far or near.You gave me a hand to hold,So that I could be bold.

The angel of your soul,tells you to take control.But the devil incarnate inside,makes your choices tied.

Oh, my dearest mother,I will forever wonder.How you handle this tough life,and be a mother, daughter and wife.                                                                               Aanya Sharda