At the tender age of five,
I used to be always at my mother's side.
Oh! she is the greatest,
Absolute and the most perfect
When I turned to be in teens
My beard and moustache was shaved clean,
I then had a second thought,
My mother is of an old fashioned lot.
When I entered in my twenties,
My heart was like little chirpies
I thought, my mother was something,
who was always ready with solutions.
At forty, I only had a single line
"First, I should consult this mother of mine".
Now, at the age sixty,
when,I am no more thrifty.
I realize the value, of the vacant chair,
Wishing in loneliness "wish! my mother was there".
Author
ANITA
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