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A Different Mother’s Day
This Mother’s Day, a call, a new DP or a
gift won’t do,
Nor would a dinner, a pedicure or her name
on the tattoo.
For that can be done for one or maybe a
couple more,
But this year gave us mothers that are not
countable for sure.
The stranger who handed that shaky cup of
tea,
‘It will be a long night” he’d said,
tapping softly on the knee.
The ward boy who had said a silent prayer
for you,
And thanked God while seeing you later make
it through.
The comforting silence, the tea and tap on
the knee,
Were all the branches of the same old tree.
The prayer, the hug, the offered chair and
that hesitant tear,
Like a mother handling her child’s
anxiety, doubt and fear.
The year melted all the barriers and
confines,
Motherhood transcended beyond bloodlines.
No gender, no age, not even of the same
species,
It made sudden appearances, like some long
unfound legacies.
Few hands shuttled to feed hundreds every
day,
If not a mother, I do not know of anyone
who’d do that today.
The resolve to comfort, to care, to heal
and to provide,
These invisible mothers were rising from
each corner, all sides.
I don’t know what would be a good
suggestion,
How’d you celebrate this selfless service,
care and affection?
How’d you show your gratitude to them,
when most couldn’t do?
What words would perfectly say the best ‘Thank You’?
This Mother’s Day, let’s open our hearts a
bit more,
And be that one who leaves a little
mother-like feeling at the core.
In prayers, in wishes, in small deeds of
goodness,
Let’s remember this newfound light and
spread its brightness.
Someone left us these memories to cherish,
Now that they’ve started, let’s take it to
the finish.
Make that call, lend that hand, do
something to ease the pain,
In this parched land, let’s try to be the
cloud and bring some rain.
