To the lady who’s become
My fortress
My base camp
My recon squad
My execution troop
To the lady who’s always been
My gentlest pillow
My sturdiest wall
My quietest alarm
My loudest conscience
To the lady who’s worth
A hundred soldiers
A thousand doctors
A million teachers
And a lifetime worth of friends
To the lady who pushes me from heights
so I can learn how to fly
and catches me
every time I fall
To the lady who plucks her own feathers
to patch up mine
and fixes my heart
with strands from her own
To her who shaped me
…my molder
…my clay
Accept my longest poem
My shortest rhythm
My sincerest speech…
For taking up a zillion and one roles in my life
I thank you most for being a mother-
My mother
I love you…
For a zillion and one times
for a lifetime and one day more
featured image: https://pin.it/7bchaen22vbycq