Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Unsung Pains Of A Mother

If your strong knees can't walk a mile
To reach for the brightest stars,
And the dark spots on your face
Witness how the lines formed there,
Thickened by the smoke from your tobacco,
Your best friend from a long,long time ago,
When you're married to your bed
Or a second hand wheelchair,
Minds travelling to open space,
Counting the things you've missed,
When you lost your sight
And there's no one to hold,
When you scream at night
Not even a shadow to rescue you,
If you can't open your eyes
In the brightness of light,
Perhaps child you turn around and say,
"Mother,I am here don't worry".

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