Fractal

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You are a mother today
But haven’t stopped being my baby
I have laugh lines and crow’s feet
Aging skin and a joint pain or two
You have goals and deadlines
Ambition and hobbies too
My adorable grandchildren keep you on your toes.

 

You are a mother today
But haven’t stopped being my baby
In you, I see myself
When you scurry through the house
Scrubbing at a stain; packing some lunch
Always multi tasking, staying in touch
Putting away some treasured memory –
Some pictures, some poetry, some prose.

 

You are a mother today
But haven’t stopped being my baby
You pick vegetables that your family loves, over your own
You watch movies that your children want to see
When a familiar aroma arises from my stove,
I imagine hearing you run down the stairs,
Volunteering to be a taster
My grandchildren come bouncing along
As the new tasters today.

 

You are a mother today
But haven’t stopped being my baby,
When you sing an English lullaby
Or recite modern poems,
I am reminded of some filmi tunes
That would put you to sleep
Even when I croaked them
So out of sync with the original score.

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You are a mother today
But haven’t stopped being my baby
I see how you’ve learnt to play
Games you didn’t like very much
As a little girl in pigtails
But you made it your thing for your family
The one hour game of cards we played
Is now replaced by a board of Monopoly.

 

You are a mother today
But haven’t stopped being my baby
When you speak to teachers
At your children’s school
Or proudly display
Their many certificates,
I cherish your yellowing and musty
6th grade certificate for recitation,
A little trophy stands tall
The one you won for teachers day.

 

You are a mother today
But haven’t stopped being my baby
As you beam at your children’s milestones,
Know, my child, that I am beaming at yours.

 

 


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