You see that innocent eyes,
That smile which
doesn't mean much,
That twist in the face,
That moans and cries,
You here those sounds
And try to understand,
The meaning of sounds
The silence,
The blabbers.

You try and gather
Your wish and wisdom
To bear the pain
Of his and yours,
You arrange your emotion
On sections and shelf,
The fun being a mom..
The pain to see him
bed-ridden..,

The joy of being a mom
The pain of having
A special son..!



You meet people
You try to dodge
Those
Haunting eyes
Questioning eyes
Inquisitive eyes
Expecting eyes
Advising eyes..

Which want to know
Each single thing
That you don't want
to answer,
Yet you start again,
The story from the birth
The things gone wrong
The joy you have being a mom
The life being tough,
And,
The life's satisfaction maximum..

And you dread to hear
the words that will follow
You try to be deaf
and run away
Yet,
Slowly you hear
The questioners whisper...
The listeners views
Forced upon your ears .
It's painful to know this,
It's painful for a mom,
It's painful for a child
to be like this....

You want to shout
Your lungs ripped out ..
A mom can never have
pain to serve her child..

A mom is a mom
always a Mom...
Yes,
May be the child is in pain
and that's wrong..
May be God had his own plans..
May be God felt the child
is in better hands.
But,
There's s no point explaining..
As a mindset cannot be changed.

Opinions can be plenty .
But,
A bond will be unique
A special son of a
dearest mom...
No comparison,
No comparison
No compassion
Is ever needed..!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
Nov 2018