She my mother!

She my mother!

A Poem by hiren

Agewell foundation volunteer
get trained and deployed for her care

we go out 
we shop out
we dress new trends
we watch movie BASTAR and telugu genres
we play 
we read 
we play jokes
she is just a kid in my hand
i wrap her saree and 
make her straightened hair
nails 
and colored eye shadows we get both
bangles from different matchings 
we go to church 
we eat ice creams late nights
we make appam fish curry and biryani 
i go to that hided beef store to get pork for her 
and make ribs fry barbeque it is summer we are going to 
have birthday as we born on same day

she is not any more on wheels but in my hands like my daughter 
yes her daughter and mother too


i love you mom, 
i am here open my gate to see you
i cant wait to touch your feet and massage with thailam
and hold on my chest to feed you, no more on wheels
and on bed but in my hands as my daughter



© 2024 hiren


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Sweet and beautiful. Excellent work.

Posted 7 Months Ago


hiren

7 Months Ago

Thank you glad you like it. I am not sure what God has for me, i am doing what i can, i wish i get w.. read more

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