Mom - My First Fiction

The reel in my hand

Drilling up and around

Half of my life

Since you bear me down.

The voice of yours

As I could hear;

How much you love me

Please shower all of my share.

Then the touch of yours

With all that I can sense.

The warmth under your world

I feel safe even in tense.

I surely crave for none

Whenever I feel drown

With rest of your shadow

That is all I own.

Even before I have to cry

You swiped my tear;

Even in my darkest hours

You drove miles to care.

You made me fight

Better for a cause.

Those punishments for my deeds

Were my gains over holy cross.

I do hate you, the most

For not being selfish,

And for everything you do often,

Even before I made my wish.

It always hits my mind

How can you wrap everything

And gone unnoticed,

Those Tales of fights for living.

You led me to my life

Even in best of my fiction.

Well, I believe in every God

But you are even better than his son.

I can't recite your rhymes, I accept;

Can't even recall how you dance,

Till I started doubting on self

That even if I miss your presence.

My mom, and everything else

Till now that I have earned

Being an orphan, I swear;

I see you everyday; And in everyone.