Hand that rocked the cradle


There she lies in her peaceful state 

The loving and caring angel; 

Bereft of any aches or pain 

Ambivalent of trials ordain; 

My childhood needs better known

Her chastening love I dearly own. 


Did I take the hand for granted 

    Or respect the  time sacrificed? 

    Time spent burning midnight oil

    To mend my heart n soul;

     Nurturing my inner spirit 

     To stand up and be bold;

      Providing succor and hope 

     To take on the bigger world! 


The creator always the guiding  light 

Listening from within not without; 

Always looking for the extra mile 

In every action and deed paramount 

Giving always with an open mind 

With no remorse of any kind 


Silent now in eternal tranquility 

Lies the hand rocking the cradle 

With the melodious and soulful voice 

Quiet n calm in gentle harmony 


My every deed and every thought 

Since follows the golden rule 

The invisible hand ever present 

Holding my hand thru every move;

Lighting up the muddled lanes 

Her esteemed legacy follows through 

Comments

  1. So beautiful! I do not have words to express my feelings!

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  2. Very moving Bala… Mother’s love, a parents love is so precious for those of us lucky enough to have received it

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  3. Very nice poem toothier...Bala !!!!!! Carry on with more creations !!!!!!!!!!!

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