The Woman I Call Mother


She opened her arms to me
when I was just three
took me into her heart
gave me her life
A love so strong
born deep within her
forged an
inexplicable bond
that holds us together

She didn’t have
a fancy degree
learning it all
in the school of life
Hard work
Undying faith

She toiled
to give me
all that was
denied her —
The rest I learnt
just watching her
She taught me
to always
give my best
do the right thing
pick myself up
and carry on
each time I stumbled

And yet I wonder
about the woman
who brought me
into this world
and left
before her time
A woman
so different

Would she have
taught me
Would I have been
someone else,
not the person
I am today?

I never knew
my “real mother” —
as people call her —
To tell the truth
I never missed her
for I got all the love
a child can get,
and more
from the woman
I call mother

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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