She Held The Sky

By Seerat Sidhu

She, who hides what she feels,

She, whose smile heals,

She is like the Summer’s cool breeze,

Pours her everything for her little bees.

She, who ameliorates every situation,

Her grace, her smile, soft and supreme,

She, is God’s most Venust creation,

Leaves gold where her hands have been.

She, who works even when she’s weary,

Without a second thought, trades her solace for mine,

She, scolds her bee- her heart grows teary,

But lessons bloom where love aligns.

She, who smiles the brightest,

When I stand as her champ,

And suddenly, the bruises ache slightest,

Her bright eyes as she claps- was all that was asked by her little scamp.

She now ambles, joyful and blessed,

For her child has now grown,

Her carefree laughs, the softest caress,

She now waits back at home.

Who is she?

My mother.

By Seerat Sidhu