To my mother
How can I quantify you
You are the most beautiful thing
That ever happened to me
You suckled me for 9 months
You hold me tight in your Pristine arm
When I cry at late hours
Singing me the lullaby
Making sure I have clothes wear
And I don't lack anything
All at debts
You fought many war
Physically and spiritually
And you protect your off springs
Like an Alpha
Protecting its pack
I will always love you
And stand by you
At grey days
YOU ARE READING
The memory of a lost child
PoetryThe journey of a child through nature ,tragedy that comes with love and the struggle for inner peace.
