Her suffering unbearable
Her pain unendurable
But a smile perennial,
Hid her tears.
Though her heart wept; Not for her,
For the little one inside!
Hospitalized
With malaria, they said.
All feared for her
But her fear,
For the little one inside!
Prescribed an antidote
Of power to cure
But could cost more
Her baby's life!
"That might kill your baby"
The words that echoed and grew harder
Should she care for the cure?
Even she dies, she didn't give it a damn.
Tore the prescription into pieces
A life without the baby,
Is not life at all!
Days that no one had
And no one should have.
Tearful prayers filled,
the months in hospital.
Rear a great silence,
Her hero wiped my tears;
"Your Amma suffered a lot for you.
She loves you,
Take care of her,my Son."
BLESSED AND LUCKY BOY :) TO HAVE A MOTHER LIKE THESE
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