Mother
I woke up to see her,
My first friend – My mother!
I purred and painted her with my drool
Made inane sounds with my babble
With a smile…she rocked my cradle!
She sang to me as if I would hear,
She patted and held me dear
To ward off any fear!
I played and bruised,
When I hurt, she winced
Cursed, but nursed!
My dream – A nightmare,
She let me snuggle close
Wiped off a tear and said in my ear
My son, never fear when I am near!
The shortest poem ever – “My Mother”
By Aravind Kumar Rajendran...
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