Mom ma mummy mother
What is she?
Is she a friend
Or a guide, life coach
Or is she a teacher
No, she is a human being
With immense love
Poured into round round pooris
Or in her nagging and sometimes in her slap
Or in her tears when no one is seeing
No, she is just an ordinary woman
Who worries too much
When you are sad
Or when you are happy
Even when you yourself are a woman
She might be no one
But she understands you
Even before you were born
Yet you understand her
When you become one