MY son My daughter

The days I became a mom, tears of joy, hopes all strong

Dreaming big dreams for you, in which nothing could go wrong

Oh! Seeing a boy turning into a handsome man, praying..praying to live long

And my little angel, my little fairy, holding my finger how you loved the cradlesong

How days flew by, didn’t know…life revolved around you, comforting nightlong

Don’t do this, don’t do that, be nice, be wise, don’t be headstrong

Forgetting myself, tired yet contented and grooming you along

Those happy and fleeing moments of your childhood, though wanted to but couldn’t   prolong

Now you two are grown up, on your own and I don’t know where I belong

I just hope and pray, my time and efforts not gone awry, with thoughts my head throngs

Fly, fly and fly high, let nothing hold you back…just remember I’ll always be here lifelong

I held yours and I know you’ll hold my hands, let’s hope we’ll always get along

 

 

Reviews

[SAYED THANGAL]

It's very touching, the real love of a mother towards children is well depicted in the poem, more over the poet expects the love from them when the needy time, very beautiful.
I also pointed out such this feeling in my poem, ''my days are counted'' .
all the best,
sayed thangal,
kerala, India

[Asima Zahid]

thank you sayed thangal for your encouraging comments

[SAYED THANGAL]

you are most welcome