Friday, March 16, 2012

My mother, my daughter

The transition, not as smooth as I would have liked

One day she was answering my questions,

Looking after me like I was still a child,

And fighting with the world one person at a time

Defending my every whim, my mother


The very next, on a hospital bed

She was looking at me for answers

Fighting for every breath,

And completely dependent on me,

Consulting me on matters of life and death, my daughter


The switch, sudden as lightning

Made me want to shout at the One controlling the world

Yet I’ve never been more at a loss for words

And completely caught up with all that had to be done

Surrounded by faces suddenly I was all alone


A year, long and arduous as it was

Survivors, brave and strong

We made it through the turbulent waters

And we smile, our broken yet wide, proud smiles

There are tears as well, of triumph over cancer


Back to the routine, boring and mundane

She again is the mother with the final word

I’m once again the daughter with whims and wishes

And we fight, talk, laugh, share

All the while being grateful for each day we have

10 comments:

lara said...

A heart touching poem. Kudos to U for fighting bravely for the woman who means all to U.
All the best.

Yakita said...

Loved the lines...I can relate after my dad fought the tough fight straight from advanced stage 3, 2 life saving surgeries...and Yes, its just like a Gift that's landed in our laps :) Thank you God!

Indrajit said...

read your other posts about the ordeal and how you went trhough. did not comment. glad that now everything is ok. :)

Patty said...

What a wonderful poem.

Meet Kaur said...

Beautiful! that's all I have to say! Rest all you've said so beautifully! God Bless!

Garima said...

priceless...

Shilpa said...

Very touching indeed...

Design Kreeda said...

ummmmmmm...now im at a loss of words... one of your best till now :)

Aruna said...

Beautiful.

Hari Akkavajhula said...

nice poem!