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Poetry: The Substance of My Days

They say some are born great, others achieve greatness, while some others have greatness thrust upon them. But Mothers, this finest gift of creation, are a rare combination of all three.

You paved the way upon which I know thread, You taught me the first lessons of this harsh world, Your breasts were the first I knew, Your shoulders were the first i leaned on, Your hands were the first that beheld and caressed me, Your laps were the first I cried on.

In moment of chaos, like a bolt in the blue, you flash your brilliance.
Like an actress in her element, you ooze out excellence on the stage of life.
Like a tale conjured by the gods, your life story is a beacon of hope for many.

We celebrate you today
Beacons of beauty
The sun of our childhood
Epitome of resilience
Radiance of our days
The spring of our youth
Cynosure of strength
Nature’s biggest blessing
And effulgence of greatness

Even when our excesses becomes unbearable, you refuse to be infuriated
When the rest of the world gives up on us, you are the last woman standing
When Life storms threaten to break us, your voice, like a soothing balm reassures us
And when we have no one else to look up to, you are always close, always there, never far

Our happiness is your joy
Our progress is your success
Our smile is your laughter
And our peace is your fulfillment

Nothing compared to the Excellency of motherhood
An institution that silver and gold cannot purchase
A life that words cannot aptly articulate
Indeed, no one can aptly fill the vacuum of a mother
They might try, but that lacuna is too deep to be filled


And while words might not be enough
While our eulogies might be fleeting, our hearts revere you today and for all time
And when the eulogies fade away
When all is said and done

We will never forget you
For our friendship shall never wither
Our bound shall grow tighter
Our fondness shall linger
Our relationship shall never flounder
And you shall always remain in our minds.

Dedicated to all mothers on the occasion of Mothers Day!

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