EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY.
Once again, an evocative image on the above blog! It tells the story much better than my choice. Visit and see.
The title was
'OVER THE ROUGH SPOT.'
I have called it
THE GOOD MOTHER
When he was born
He was as light as air.
I worried about his weight.
Was I being a
Good Mother?
*
I carried him effortlessly.
It seemed that
Motherhood
Would be a breeze.
*
He felt as light as a breeze,
Even in the dark,
Wakeful,
Milky nights.
It was fulfilling,
Being a Good Mother.
*
Lately, he has been growing more heavy.
I welcome his
Burgeoning boyhood.
I am proud.
But he is no longer light.
*
Suddenly, today,
Came the realisation
That he will grow ever heavier.
And that I shall always
Carry him on my back.
Being a
Good Mother.
*
Whenever he encounters
A rough spot
It will be my duty
To lift him
Back on to my shoulders.
*
Even when he is
Fully grown,
I will carry my son,
A weight and a pleasure.
He will never
Leave my shoulders.
*
And when I am old,
Old and withered,
He will still be there.
Because I am
A Good Mother.
*
A very different view of Motherhood here:
5 comments:
You really did well, Lady?
Every words you jotted are so true.
Very original.
ENjoy your Wednesday, downunder.
I have mixed feelings when I look at the (original) image. I have two opposing and contradictory beliefs, and that always makes things difficult as hell!
And, your poem conveys such love and devotion from a Good Mother! I think a feeling that most good mothers have but that some are torn from as well.
P.S. You chose the perfect image:)
Lovely!
This poem inspires me...!!!
and I would like to be someday called " A good father "..!!!
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