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TO MY CHILD: A POEM
Motherhood is a precious gift a lady is endowed with! I have loved old songs, particularly, these starting verses from a lovely Tamizh classic:
Are trees a burden for soil?
Are leaves a burden for the branch?
Are fruits a burden for the vines?
If not, how could a child be a burden to the mother?
So simple, are they not, yet, so eloquent and graceful in the message they convey! I have loved this song, a mother's love is unconditional, wholesome and heavenly. God has blessed women in such a way to be capable of such a pristine bond. Someday, perhaps, I shall see my own child and this is what I shall say to my boy or lass:
Darling! You are yet unborn
Yet I’ve waited for you all my life
Someday, you shall smile at me
And cry, of course, when you’ve stepped into all this strife
You shall fulfill my womanhood
I shall see my life and my loved one’s
Cherished in yours, my lad, my lass
In all your sweet abundant innocence
And this promise, I give you
I will bring you up in faith and love
I’ll make mistakes, I am sure
But thee, my child, shalt be blessed from above
For you shall set foot
In a place of callousness
Of wickedness and deceit
Where honesty’s valued lesser and less
You may not reap as you sow
My dear! Nay! You’ll reap burden and pain
But you shall always have love and grace
To bear it! By Him whom for you was slain
I wish I could show you green hills and vales
Silver rivers bathed in moonlight
But you shall be born to barren toys of science
A starless, dark and sordid night
But I shall teach you grace and content
To hold your head high for your values
To humble yourself before praise
And His favour and Word, never to lose
When I am a mother, my dear!
I would wish you to be better than me
Trust in yourself and others, love freely
Honour and be kind, from heart, starts charity
I wish to tell you
That you can be what God intended you to be
You need not live in your day and age
Nor from reality, try to flee
But I just want you to know
I shall love and cherish you
And that, I say, just so
That you can always be yourself, true!