my mother was a person
who could converse with her cow
and the little rose in her garden
with mankind she had no clue
she lost to them due to her bluntness
my mother was a person
whom you could trust..any of you
you could hold her hand and walk past
any mist- there would'nt be a dug trap
waiting for you..trust worthy person
my mother was a person
who was'nt a learned one
she knew what i liked to eat more than
she knew what i liked to read..she was
a person to whom the stomach was more than the head
for a person like my mom
a poem would'nt be a fitting tribute
if i feed a few to their hearts content
it would be a fitting tribute...for
my mother was a person..to whom
the stomach was more than the head
Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-amma/
