A different mother

A mother is the loveliest creation of God. Here are the thoughts of the soil.. which plays mother to the tiny seed of the oak. The oak that grows on to be strong and confident, yet holding on to its mother in all times.

A different mother

You were so tiny, when you fell into my lap.
As though by instinct, I knew you were for me.
For me to nurture, for me to endure all the pain.
To make you what fate had held ahead for thee.

My oak you grew, I cried when your deep roots
Dug into me - Painful it was, but I waited.
No one could hear my yell with joy,
When your first delicate green leaves opened

You stood alone - and fought your way up.
And I rejoiced, like your biological mother.
All my friends around chided me as a fool -
They were free and happy - why did I bother?

All until the Land of Gods started pouring.
I tried holding on to my friends in vain.
They were washed away.. They were helpless
While faithfully my child held on to me..

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