Love

You could not help but love your child, 
You worshipped him and he got spoiled. 
Coldheartedly, he ruled your world, 
But you kept smiling: love is blind. 
 
With every tantrum, every whim 
He broke your heart a little more; 
But even when upset or hurt, 
You could not help but love him still. 
 
Do you recall when he was born: 
A helpless baby, wrinkled, red, 
Exhausted, proud, you lay in bed 
And his shrill cries were your reward? 
 
Too many years have passed since then - 
He’s all grown up and you’ve grown old. 
In pain you wonder what went wrong 
And how your child became this man.

Motherly Love