Mother

A mother is an angel... she maybe your real mother, your step mother, your grandmother, or even your mother-in-law...; in whichever form you have her.. U can undoubtedly say: she is beautiful..in and out both. And here I would like to dedicate my poem to all those wonderful mothers out there...

Ma - I love to call you that..
when you are around, i am never sad,

When your hands caress my hair,
all worries vanish into thin air;

You make everything seem so explicable*,
The love you show seems inimitable;

Without the plethora of your objurgation*,
I wouldn't have gained so much approbation*;

Your world always seems to whirl around me..
When you are not smiling I know I am the key,

Ma, I have hurt you a lot,
But your love for me, has a tight knot;

I am so lucky to have an angel in my life,
It is with you my dear mother, that I thrive.

* explicable: possible to explain
objurgation: scolding
approbation: an expression of warm approval or praise