Mother-A Living Miracle

I think my mother has more than two hands

Every day I dream of her holding magic wands

Morning to evening I see her running errands

To her hardworking wrist, I could tie a thousand friendship bands.

Works all day and then sits up at night

To look after my scorching forehead

Worries about bruises and every mosquito bite 

For days in a row, she can't even swallow bread.

Wakes up early and sleeps late at night

Yet finds time to solve every quarrel and fight

Never chooses what's easy; only that which is right

I may be tall but her love is taller in height.  

Fans me to comfort on a hot summer day

Cuddles me to warmth on nights cold

I see her hair turn from black to grey

But in spirit, she never seems to grow old.

Sometimes she's strict, sometimes funny

Her sarcastic remarks make me feel like a bunny

For all these years I've seen she's sweeter than honey

Only she didn't abandon me when my nose was runny.

She sings aloud and happily dances

Cheering up the world around

After every mistake gives me a hundred more chances

In her presence, no one ever frowned.

She hardly seems to need any sleep

No problem is big enough to make her weep

She'll scale every mountain; no matter how steep

Her love can't be measured-it's ocean deep.

I see her sitting on a majestic throne

She wears a jewel-studded crown

She's one thing science can never clone

Her wit always makes the smartest frown.

When I was a baby, she stayed up to swing the cot

In school, she stayed up to revise what the teacher taught

To her, I extend my greatest salute

Her sweet voice rings in my ears like the melody of a flute.

She hides her pain and her tears

Works tirelessly day and night

Her presence is the end of all my fears

Nothing scares me when she hugs me tight.

All the world lies beneath her feet

To my eyes, she's always a soothing treat

I stare at her in awe; she stares back at me

We realize we're each other's reflection and exclaim--

"Let's go for a shopping spree. "