When she realised that I am within her
She was young and naive
Little did she know that in the days to come
She is gonna end up pledging her whole life
Slowly steadily and very carefully she climbed the ladder of motherhood
And there she welcomed her little one into her petite world too soon
And then days and nights flew in and out
As she continued to sketch the story of my life
The day she knew I was prepared to take over,
With a smile she handed me the canvas of my life
Given a free hand to complete the picture
I drew, I re drew, I tore and pasted it
I knew I was trying to craft my dreams without knowing what they were
Live remained the canvas, yet with no picture on my mind
And all she did was stand by silently; never offered a hand
In a casual chit chat, I asked about her dreams
She smiled, she budged and sometimes very clearly dodged
But soon did she realise that I take after her in finding my answers
Giving in, she looked at me which made me realise what I knew all the while
All her life was spent on me and her dreams lie in the canvas she handed me
Well living for your child is nothing but a typical motherly trait
But trusting someone to handle your cherished dream takes a lot of courage
Mom, A hundred times, I must have put across the question “Why don’t you trust me?”
Today I realise that perhaps I never knew what trust was meant to be
The picture is still incomplete, but today it’s more than just a canvas
For now they are your dreams that I hold within me as safely as you held me in your womb.
I promise, the day it completes, you will be proud…………
Thoughts matter 