My Weekend Poems # 4
*Mother*
(Today, on Mother's Day - 12/5/24)
Mother
no other -
whatever be the weather: heat
hail, storm, rain or sleet
she is a shield, all to bear
with no frown, but with cheer.
The radiating virtue vibration
a compassionate stimulation -
always eager to share care, is her habit
simple, cool, sober touch, never to wear out.
May I get the simple cool virtue of this soul: the
idol of His worth
for, she in my birth, has given me the share on this cosmic earth .
May I bear a bit of her on my nerve to be there,
and be her mother, when she needs me near.
May I not be scattered in a market toss
to see my interests of gain and loss.
May I be more than the formality to bow and salute her, on her end
for, mother is the divinity to have come on earth, love to fend !
© Arvind Shah 120524
