My mother

In the dark dawn, I saw a lovely face,  

Was she my mother, sister or someone else?                             

The familiar face looked at me so deep and closely,                         

She kissed me on my small forehead.                                       

Oh, what a spontaneous touch it was!  

 It brought me into the conscious world,  

 I realized the meaning of real birth,   

And my face had blossomed like a flower.                                                                 

She grasped me gently and laid in her lap, I became a chick under the motherly protection,                           

O God, what a wonderful affection she had!                       

Like a hen that hatched her maiden chick,                                                                  

She spelt something into my little earlier,

What was she trying to tell me?       

I didn't know as I was an infant,      

Who had to see, sense and suck.