My mum was the first creature I saw
The first to hold me, to rock me gently
My baby-self stopped crying herself raw
And tried to touch the tenderness of her gaze

She watched with an earnest face
My attempts to squiggle a masterpiece on my textbooks
And when she scolded me with her burning gaze
It was painful, because her cutting words were laced with concern
I remember loving her fierce determination, her smile
I recall, when I cried to a cold, uncaring world
In her embrace, she swore; For me, she’d walk a million miles
And the world warmed with her words

She’s happy; Relaxed, and the worrying lines on her face disappear
When her fingers fly over the keys of the piano,
She loves to play the songs she hears
Loves to fill the room with joyous music
She loves her walks in the moonlight
Strolling across the neighborhood, under the dim-lit lamps
Loves hearing the chirping of insects at night

But when she returns, her quiet smile
Tells me that her overflowing jar of near-infinite love
Is all reserved for us