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When I think of her, I think of her face
Her face which is now etched with wrinkles and lines
Lines so lovely- of age, of laughter, of worries, but mostly of love,
Love we share since the day I was born (and even before)
When I think of her, I think of her hands
Her hands which are now weary from years of work
Work all day- from the start to the end and then to another start
All that work to bring comfort to our lives
When I think of her, I think of her strength
Strength I know comes from deep within
From within her values, her people, her faith,
The faith that tells me too that ‘all will be okay’
When I think of her, I think of her thoughts
There have been ups, and then there have been downs
There been lots, and then there have been droughts,
But all she passed on were the ups, and the lots.
When I think of her, I think of me
Because without her, there would be no ‘me’.
This one is for the two mothers in my life- HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO BOTH OF YOU, AAIs!!
Also decidated to the two babas- because after all, they are as much special, just a little different!
And then finally, this is for all those mothers everywhere- because I think every mother is special!
Cheers to all mums,
P.S. Main shaayar toh nahi but this poem's is straight from my heart (and I think mothers are all about sentiments and hearts), so all is well :)