It’s said when a woman gives birth,
She becomes the epitome of motherhood on Earth.
The joy of carrying a child in her womb,
She remains a mother till she reaches the tomb.
She realizes what her mom did for her,
How she toiled and lived in fear,
She realizes how she ridiculed her mother and gave a hard time,
How she went through puberty and it was not sublime
How she transformed her life through smiles or tears,
Learned how to survive it as a woman here
And gave birth to her daughters
She went through bad health and tears,
Pangs of pain and laughter,
Pangs of emotional disaster.
Pangs of mood swings and roundabouts,
Pangs of loneliness and turnabout,
Depth of tolerance, trial and tribulations,
Realm of hope and celebrations.
As as she watches the girls transform into butterflies,
She hopes they will be rooted to their nest though they fly,
She hopes they both grow up to be powerful,
strong and beautiful,
And dreams of a beautiful life that they can fulfil.
To all the special moms with girl children
Women are powerful and we create heaven.
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This poem is dedicated to my kids Anuradha and Treena.