My Mother & I

A wrinkled hand adorned with delicate jewel,

Had to battle through fire in fuel.

My eyes contagiously attract the curve on her lips,

And makes me jocund with the same.

We would nevertheless,

Look upon each other with a vibrant glaze,

Even if we know that the broken

 pieces of our heart play hide and seek.

 At times, when compelled to climb the mountains,

We would gather the stones and build sturdy shelters.

Under which, we share the joy of victory - without hesitation.

We cross fingers and dive into the fate of infinite adventures,

Starting from home till the way to church.

No matter how near or far,

It’s just Mother & Daughter, we are.