Mother's Day is a day to pay homeage to great women who shape our lives and made us grow tall. Though my mother left me almost a decade ago, I still find her around me to guide me whenever I err and embrace me when I need a shelter. Herein under is a tribute to my mother and all mothers by some anonymous poet which I thought I must share to express my love and gratitude to her.
Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me
With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,
And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.
For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free.
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