mother I was
mother I am
who never took time
to tell only child
I love you,
Then,was I
or am I
a perfect mother??
I was running
after perfection,
wanted you to be
perfect in physique
and daily chores.
I never took time
to stop&appreciate
the things you did
the way you appeared
I know this is true
Then was I a mother??
I was too busy& engrossed
in my stupid believes
immature thoughts
unlabeled fears
But expected the way
too much from you.
Somewhere I should have
stopped&tried to see
the world through your eyes.
Well with the time
I realized
how foolish was I
to ignore the growing
child in you,
Though I apologize
a million times
the mistake I did
will never be rectified.
The string of relationship
between you &me
is biological&strong
but my attempt to
have a friendly bond
between child&mother
is a question mark.
You saw mothers
who always took time
to stop,to relate,
your aggitated mind
searched amother
in ME of that sort,
I confess, I did fail
to carve myself
as a mother you longed
But I do sware that
my affection,love,&happiness
always lingered
around my daughter.
I know ,inspite of
all my weeknesses
You love me
as a mother,
but I feel myself
short come
in reciprocation
I hope you believe me
when I say
sorry& love you.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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