An ode

How can you forgive me so easily?

How can you accommodate my needs over yours so effortlessly?

How can you accept my differences so amicably?

How can you tolerate my tantrums so maturely?

When all I do is complain,

When all I do is compare,

When all I do is snub,

When all I am is unapologetic to you,

Would I understand your efforts,

When I become a mother?

Or would I only care for my child,

And not remember your good- self ?

Mother, there’s a special place in your heart,

For each of your kids,

There’s a special corner in your mind,

For each of their needs,

My world*,

If not for you,

I dare not think, where I’d be in this world,

And who would my family be?

Everything here, I owe it to you.

My world* :- Here, my world meaning, Mother.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sue Vincent for running the challenge and also for providing the photo prompt at Balefire #writephoto. The challenge is to use the photo as an inspiration and pen down either prose/poetry/humour. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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