Motherhood, Before, After and In Times of Corona
She sweeps in like an angel,
Cuddling you in her arms,
Age for her has never been a bar.
She soothes you and calms you down,
Listening to you vent and howl,
Your emotional upheavals and infuriation et al.
She is never scared to chide you,
For mistakes of one and all;
In audience though, she is your tigress tall.
She cherishes all your achievements big or small,
Her pride and joy, her little world,
Is her sacrament to behold.
She pushes you and nudges you,
To climb the tallest of mountains and walk the untrodden path;
Weeding out the thorns and bristles with her wrath.
She fights with you, she fights for you,
She is a fretter when it comes to you;
She exasperates you, she angers you,
She hounds you, she makes you pull your hair in annoyance;
Amidst it all,
She is your lucky charm,
Your dawn light alarm;
She is your first and forever friend,
Your cheerleader, your hero, your guide;
The one who is there without any questions,
Whose hugs erase all your troubles;
For she is
The brightest light at the end of the darkest tunnel.