Anatomy of My Mom

Though most of us know where we come from…

I wonder what all together makes up a mom.

Of course unconditional love is the characteristic of every parent

But what is it that still makes mom n dad different.

So here is what I’ve found with my experience

Don’t know where to start from

A small effort to put together and express

The anatomy of the ultimate persona I call my Mom

To begin with is a head full or worries

A mind that’s forever in a hurry

From the tea in bed to the last green tea

This super computer manages a madhouse of a home

Not everyone’s cup of tea

Then there are her eyes, filled with compassion

And besides there’s a third one reading your every expression

It can see before you say a thing

Be it a troubling thought or

An extra cup of tea you’re craving!

There’s a mouth that always says the most amazing things

From the biggest advice to sweet nothings!

The lips that forever shower kisses and blessings

Even a scold comes out with love dripping.

Her heart like all us is a pumping organ

But it pumps not just blood…

It’s a sea of love that sends love to her arms and hands

The arms that engulf everyone in their over whelming flood…

It pours into the hugs and every meal

Her midas touch reaches every heart with its magical feel

Her stomach is however surprisingly small

With an even smaller appetite

She’ll put herself the smallest portions

and before you know her stomach’s stuffed tight

and while you’re busy wiping off her amazing preparations

She’ll be blissfully feeding on your delight

Her lap never ceases to be my favorite pillow

For the warmth and calm and love it emanates

In lazy mornings and times of sickness or tension

This is where I find ultimate relaxation

Her legs never tire in going that extra mile

Their only destination seems to be your smile

And when you’ll think she’s done her all

She’s still on her feet waiting to bring your way another windfall

Her capacity to love is unimaginable

And to top it all is a soul so pure

Being with her you always seem to know

Your problems will find their cure

She completes my dreams, my thoughts and me

Her embrace perfectly fits me into it

Whatever angle I chose to hug her from…

Maybe God’s made her this way,

That’s briefly put the anatomy of world’s bestest mom!