Mom

Once, when I was a child

Her hands I held

For support and care

Even when I stood bare

Her endurance, my guide

I always abide.

The prelude of growth struck

She by my side, my luck

Her words soft as feathers

Groomed my understanding of others

My love for her immortal

Her memories too, immortal.

My guardian angel

Always my albatross

Alife without her, inconceivable

As she is the water and I am her plant.