A FRAIL MOTHER – (Gopan Ambat)


Gazing through the glass,
Memories dance and float,
Eyes filled with tales,
Of life’s highs and lows.

A mother’s tender touch,
Each wrinkle hides stories,
Strength in fragile form,
Love that never tires.

Her journey’s final phase,
Yet spirit still aglow,
An old mother’s grace,
Through the life, she glows.

Love and warmth bestowed,
Through the life’s storms,
Unconditional care, forever,
Mothers, our hearts’ home.

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