I may feel alive, a virtuoso in life,

Walking tall, even on the edge of a knife.

From a toddler, afraid to cry,

To soaring heights, reaching the sky.

She lost her sleep, even her dreams,

To feed me through nights, tolerating my screams.

Cradled me softly, helped me to walk,

Stayed quiet, listening to my silly talk.

Stood by me through thick and thin,

As I grew up, shedding my skin.

Whatever the strife, whatever the fear,

She always stood by, ever so near.

How can I repay her, what can I give back,

For what she lost, keeping me on track?

Though you’ve left me long ago,

Your echoes in my heartbeat flow.

Watch me from above, guide me with care,

In nature’s embrace, I feel you everywhere.

A tribute to all mothers, here and there.