MOM

I was born, full-grown,
The lullaby to the labor,
Your posted encouragements,
‘The partner and parent turn’

I never discern easy to -,
- The life’s quick move on
The hidden realism,
Which I felt at your arms.

My life began looking at
Your round lovely face,
Mulling over my future,
Even passing the dire nights!

You stopped at three plus one,
That’s not your err, but thy state
But you, gifted me the academe!
This is driving my inner bus.

You understood my dumbness,
Lilting the melody of care,
You vowed my every walk,
“Marvel” you are a moving shine.