He had a loving wife
A gleaming ray of sunshine,
A pillar of love and support in his life,
In times of need and care
Blessed with a pretty little daughter
She was their pride and joy,
A glistening ball of laughter,
That made all objects her toy
She was the giver of surprises,
That they forgot existed in life’s journey,
She was the seeker of attention,
And they never stopped giving
He got a call one day,
From his wife about his daughter,
To come back soon today,
And look at a disaster
He heads back home,
Thoughts gripped in fear,
Wondering whatever could have happened
To his little miss sunshine
He arrives to find a stranger,
In his front yard, a common beggar,
With tattered torn outfits,
And an unkempt bushy beard
His daughter pleads to keep him with them,
A pitiful sight he was to her,
The man with no name,
An outcast of society
And so eventually he became family,
The house servant with ever gratitude,
For the beings that took him in,
Food and shelter were no longer a bother
They went for a dinner one night,
At the hotel to celebrate her birth,
And at her demand, their servant followed too
To marvel at chandeliers and gaze at silverware
And when they dined, so did the hesitant servant,
The lord and lady gestured him to eat,
The little girl smiled at him and picked up his hand,
And told him how to hold the silverware,
He looked at her with teary eyes,
Gazed at his lord and lady and spoke,
“Sir, this is my mother here.”
“My ever-giving mother, until the day I no longer breathe, I am her ever grateful guardian”
The lord and lady stood awestruck,
At the significance of her actions,
At the wisdom of her young mind,
They embraced her tightly,
Thanking her for the lessons in life,
Their young Mother gleamed brightly,
As she picked up her spoon to fiddle.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
He had a loving wife
A gleaming ray of sunshine,
A pillar of love and support in his life,
In times of need and care
Blessed with a pretty little daughter
She was their pride and joy,
A glistening ball of laughter,
That made all objects her toy
She was the giver of surprises,
That they forgot existed in life’s journey,
She was the seeker of attention,
And they never stopped giving
He got a call one day,
From his wife about his daughter,
To come back soon today,
And look at a disaster
He heads back home,
Thoughts gripped in fear,
Wondering whatever could have happened
To his little miss sunshine
He arrives to find a stranger,
In his front yard, a common beggar,
With tattered torn outfits,
And an unkempt bushy beard
His daughter pleads to keep him with them,
A pitiful sight he was to her,
The man with no name,
An outcast of society
And so eventually he became family,
The house servant with ever gratitude,
For the beings that took him in,
Food and shelter were no longer a bother
They went for a dinner one night,
At the hotel to celebrate her birth,
And at her demand, their servant followed too
To marvel at chandeliers and gaze at silverware
And when they dined, so did the hesitant servant,
The lord and lady gestured him to eat,
The little girl smiled at him and picked up his hand,
And told him how to hold the silverware,
He looked at her with teary eyes,
Gazed at his lord and lady and spoke,
“Sir, this is my mother here.”
“My ever-giving mother, until the day I no longer breathe, I am her ever grateful guardian”
The lord and lady stood awestruck,
At the significance of her actions,
At the wisdom of her young mind,
They embraced her tightly,
Thanking her for the lessons in life,
Their young Mother gleamed brightly,
As she picked up her spoon to fiddle.
Inspired by a Tamil movie I watched back in 2009, also the same time I wrote it.
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