An ode to single special mothers
With teary eyes, she endures the pain,
Of childbirth; of bringing a life into the world,
For the culmination of Womanhood, shall be her gain,
When a mother sits with her newborn; in her arms curled.
Little did she know the Providential Plan,
Of putting the mettle of her Motherhood to test,
For her ward couldn’t do, what most kids can,
Like an awkward expression of Divine jest.
But the resilient mother had made her choice,
Not to lament, but to fight,
To be her debile child’s emphatic voice,
As it was her life’s only light.
The obligation was upon her, sans her man,
While others saw only her child’s debilities,
Only she could see the things her child can,
Truly accomplish with its reminiscent abilities.
With love for her ward in every sinew,
She empowers it for what the future would hold,
And apprehensions of her own, she would subdue,
The stories of such mothers should never go untold.
-- Vijay K Nair
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