The Story Of A Mother

I saw abandoned, I see old,

The person who always hold

Those little hand, from soft to grown,

Be with them, never leave them alone.

I saw the youth turns into old,

The feeble steps turn into bold.

Love never fades for the novice,

Though the state turns like dice.

I saw everything for the eyes what’s a blur,

But still, the presence is clear for her.

She always sees him, the child she gets,

Not a man, but a child she fed.

I saw her not following the life’s sail,

She let her all success go to fail.

It’s what we call, nature’s law,

But I call it nature’s flaw.

I saw her to do the best she can,

To turn a child into a grown man.

But now she has no youth at all,

She’s only alone in the big hall.

I saw her like waiting alone, in the bed,

An old skinny woman, so fade.

Like death will come to sing her sleep,

Her wait will end for the little one, from the deep.