What is she made of ?

She rises with the sun,

And settles with the stars.

All day long she runs,

And only stops with scars.

What is she made of?

 

Love is her forte,

Caring is her nature.

Vegetables she sauté’s,

Hearts she never punctures.

What is she made of?

 

Insoluble pain she dissolves,

With a smile she fakes.

Everything she absorbs,

No quarrel she makes.

What is she made of?

 

Beauty is her inheritance.

Eternity is her right.

Inacceptable is her resistance,

Back she should fight.

What is she made of?

 

Love is what she is made of.

Charismatic is her smile.

She is a mother,

As she had once walked down the aisle.

 

P.S First poem :D. I dedicate this poem to my mother.

I love you maa. And no, I don’t need an occasion to write something for you.

Come back soon. This place is a mess without you. Miss you :*