You took that big yellow lorry And rammed it against the wall. She came out quick and carried, You safe and cleaned it all. You saw the water bottle And ran to pick it fast. She was a bit too startled And reached there but last. You opened it by then and Poured all the water down. She sighed a bit and bent To wipe it without a frown. Just then the telephone rang. You vanished from there fast. And put it down with a bang. She knew not who it was. You slept after she sang A song and cradled you. She doesn't have that long, Her chores are not a few. You wake up soon and start Being active just as usual. She had an early start, But never stops as usual.
Well, well! Got a bit moved to see a feedback at this hour Satchi. Feel very happy to get that from you. Thanks and good night. -rgs
Hi RGS, what a reflection of any mother's experience! I could relate that to me too..Am sure many many ladies here would have experienced this..Thanks for such a nice poem and Congrats
