The Bold Murmurs
The Bold Murmurs
Often at dawn, foreheads are caressed
Moist imprints pious and blessed.
Cherubs are cuddled ,brought back to life
Celestial soul smiling to strive.
Simmering stew or it's a coffee brew,
Aromas from kitchen and the deadlines new ,
Holy warrior with gadgets and spices
Impending assignments of homework and grinding,
Workout sessions to briefing presentations
That saintly figure , acknowledges her presence.
Lullabies and sleepless nights
Never diminishes her motherly might
Familial ethos and coded conduct
The only relics she harbingers
Mother o mother! A species divine
Who flows with murmurs and never whine.