MY MOTHER The Visible God

She embraced my pain always; when I tried to give back her share of happiness she left forever.

Carrying the guilt, I asked her why didn't you call; 

She said, “Son, you are too small.”

Each time I close my eyes, I yearn for your ‘motherly’ face;

When I open, I seek your beloved grace;

And when I questioned, mom, you never taught me how to live this world alone all;

She said, “Son, you are too small.”

Today I stand alone beneath the mighty blue sky; Seeking answers in your memory and ask why;

Curious enough to know how did she always at my beck and call;

She gently whispered, "Son, you are too small."

Now I realize how small I have always been…I am still the tiny soul who once lived in the womb for nine months.

I asked, mom, how did you bear the sacrifices, the rise and fall;

She replied. "Son, you are too small..to measure mother’s love.”

Your ever loving young son