my mother’s love

 

i fix my posture at the feel of my mothers fingers,

while she weaves my hair into a braid

i close my eyes wanting the feeling to linger,

as she leaves no strand astray

 

when nightmares haunt me late at night,

i reach for anything with my hand

asking someone to bring me back to the light,

it is my mother who holds on and commands

 

i press play on the button as the song begins to play

my mother sings along from her heart

and her melodious voice echoes down the freeway

as i replay the song again from the start

 

i stand in front of the large crowd,

my voice struggling to portray my thoughts

it is my mother in the back who stands proud

that gives me the strength to do what had left me in knots

 

in days that are good or bad

in times that things do not fit like a glove

in moments that are happy or sad

i know what will help me most is my mother’s love

 

Ustat Bindra