Child In Her Arms

By Mallika Badwal

My mother’s love, like a river, endlessly flows.

She hums a tune I’ve known for years, carrying me to sleep.

Suddenly, a child in her arms. 

The world outside, cold and dim.

But here, in her warm embrace, 

I am safe as a child in her arms.

A bowl of soup, a cloth for heat.

The tender care of love unsaid.

And when the dawn breaks through the dark,

The fever fades like distant storms.  

My mother’s love, gentle yet strong,

Making me a child in her arms once again.  

By Mallika Badwal