My Gratitude

For in me a germ of love you sow;
so coated in might that it fuels my soul,
to burn with will and zeal that enables me
snake through trials of life, inside spiky chasms
of growing up, in a way I hardly imagined I would.

For the lessons you let me learn from the sky;
that not at all times will it be smiling bright,
in my eyes, rather it'll on one moment or day
be frowning at me; hazily overcast,
but still life will have to go on.

For the mantra "Work-hard be your dad";
that you taught constantly upon dad's demise;
revealing to me the wit to see
that one's suffering is not always
owing to one's condition but laziness.

For this and more mother,
receive my gratitude for all mothers.