A Special Relationship

You are my creator
My mentor, my teacher,
You are the guiding force of my life
Who always help me in times of strife.

I know you are and will always be
by my side,
You are someone above God
And these words I shall always abide.

I saw the world with your eyes
With your help was able to differentiate the good and the bad;
Whenever I went wrong, you corrected me and yelled at me
The privilege which every mom has on her lad.

Yes friends, she is none other than my Mom
A wonderful creation of Almighty,
As God cannot be everywhere
She is the replacement of this holy deity.

Mom, you are the epitome of my existence
The reason for my subsistence,
Howsoever I describe you, I know my words will always fall short
As a mom-child relationship is of that special sort!

by Kavya ...

Comments (4)

I wonder why everyone was staring, war is a focus point, 'we put on our whirling show' could be a metaphor for live fast as dying young; I would be interested in the background context of this poem.
Congrats on the modern poem of the Day and thanks for sharing.
Wine and yellow candles. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I wish that more of his works were posted on this site.