We laugh we cry, we remember our motherhood,
We fall we get up, we remember Her.
In rain in shine, in shiver in emptiness,
We miss her so much. Gosh ! she Is such a being.
But why not somebody remember those unspoken eyes which were always watching us in every walk of ours.
Whether we were awake or deeply slept, those hands were always praying for our well being.
In despair in sorrow that firmness always stood besides us,
Bothering for us thus, causing every gesture of their care into painless battle for us.
When we fought with our friends, when we scored low in a subject
these were the hands that assured that all will be fine some day, and made it possible for us.
They berated us for things not done right, then showered with their love.
They scowled at us for raising our tantrums but still made up for them .
They held us tight, they held us warm.
When we had a nightmare they sang tunes to set our fears beyond.
He was as rowdy as a stone and cared as soft as a mother’s womb.
His callous eyes were my watchguard in every step of my life.
He was resolute in his actions and protective in his ways,
And there are things that I might have forgotten but his love inside me doesn’t fail to recognize that grace.
He was always far, working to make my days bright and shine.
I missed his presence and cribbed, for he not playing with me in my time.
But no sooner I realized that all that pain was worth the gain.
And now I wanna hold this toast up for my Daddy to tell him how much I’m proud to have one of a kind.
His gentleness I aspire to achieve.
His affection I perceive to yield
His mould I wish I can fit in
To raise yet another generation as strong and firm in all means.
