Celebrating Mothers – Indishe

I loved her,

And she loved me all the more.

I cried,

And she cried all the more.

But the dewy pearls only inside seen,

For outside she was all serene.

Her warm embrace,

Her gentle a hug,

A pat on the cheek,

And a ponytail tug,

It made me laugh away all my turmoils.

The halo of her love shone bright,

On dark nights,

As I stumbled and fell.

It formed a silvery path dazzling white,

Showing me the way in the labyrinth of life.

I was lost in the wooded jungle,

Scared with fright.

I was drowning in the melancholic sea of gloom,

That was teeming with soothsayer’s doom.

I was adrift and afloat.

But a tiny voice niggled its way in.

It intimidated my demons,

It shattered my prison cell to smithereens,

It whispered little words into my ear,

It held my hand tight.

It made me smile,

I learnt to live again.

The hand that held me,

It was none other than

my Mother’s.

Happy Mother’s Day to all!

for more from this deep searching soul, please click here: https://indishe.wordpress.com/

Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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