As smooth as glass, it seems,
Brittle, it is…
Once broken, takes time to heal,
Yet, her love, isn’t interchangeable,
Her intentions can’t be doubted,
Can’t be questioned either,
Her feelings are pure,
So true till you find heaven in it,
Even the shadow of hers…
Yearning for you to be happy,
Her sacrificed moments, doesn’t matter to her…
But does it matter to you?
A question can’t be answered by many…
Is the foolishness halting them from doing so?
Or
Is it the sense of uncertainty?
Without her, there’s no you,
Yet, a fact that never can be comprehended,
Nothing is importuned, in return…
For her devotedness, for her earnestness,
Peradventure, her trueness is mistaken for her obligation,
It is love, love and all love,
Is it that complicated to be distinguished?
You are her contentment, fulfillment…
In you, she sees the world,
In you, she desires to be apart,
In you, she is indeed everything….
Poornima Kanasen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-s-heart-2/
