Rekha's Musings

Ode to a Mother
She’s no more? She was? She always will be!
In our lives, in our thoughts, in our hearts.
Is she beautiful, kind, generous? Is she?
Sure she's a wondrous woman, always spick and span!
For every question she has the answer,
for every holiday a study plan!
Our every move she seems to patrol
From the office by remote control?
When we play truant she blows a fuse
A stickler for order, she lives by the rule.
She takes so little, she gives her all,
Her days, her nights, her time, her Self!
She stands still so we can run the mile;
She mops up her tears to indulge our smiles.
She clears the pitch so we reach the post;
She merges day’n night if we are in a plight.
Friend, philosopher, guide, cheerleader - all in a breath
Countless roles, Limitless patience, Boundless strength!
Tender and tough, Taxing and tolerant
Between home and office, a juggler par excellence
She is Ringleader of the circus we call Home!