I started this poem when my children were little when one was three and the other was one…I have completed it now while they are in their teens and preteens.
The feelings are different.They are at an age when they argue, rebel and roll their eyes but are yet to reach the age when they will understand why a mother does what she does or says what she says. I know one day they will, just like I did…
This poem is also a tribute to my mother who put up through all my whims and attitude and made me and my sister what we are today. Hope to be half the mother she was…
As I watch you grow,
There are many a things I do not know,
The future that lies ahead of you…
Who you will be, your point of view.
I will strive to give you my best,
To withstand life’s every test,
Respect, Honesty, Courage, I sow the seeds,
Love, Kindness, Sincerity, I string the beads…
A blessing you are, your mind a blank slate,
What I write, will determine your fate.
I will endeavor to answer every question,
To pay heed to your every suggestion,
To spread your wing, you will dare…
Your anger, your impatience, will be mine to bear.
Many a time, my patience may run dry,
To hold on, to understand, I promise to try…
I have my fears, I will not lie…
You cannot be perfect, neither am I.
My only aspiration – to make you strong,
To be able to judge right from wrong.
You will rise, you will fall, you will stand the tide!
Through tears and smiles, you will find me by your side.
I promise to be your biggest critic and your greatest supporter,
You may call me the enemy or the dreaded monster,
For you I promise to don any role,
Your happiness, your integrity, a balm for my soul…
To accept, to understand, to have faith in you,
This promise I make, to myself and you.
To give you space, to not let go, to know the cue,
I make this promise to myself and you.
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