The Impossible

By R.S. Sadhana

You are strong, caring and wise;

You made me, who I am now.

I am one of the proud balloons

Flying up with pride;

But you are the helium

Who made me do it.

I may be a chatterbox – but

You are my first dictionary

Which taught me words.

I am a flower,

Growing in God’s garden.

Yet you are the sunshine

For my healthy growth.

I am a bird,

Flying through the sky.

You are my wings

Lifting me high.

Whatever I may be in my future;

I may be doing unbelievable things;

I may be a millionaire

Or celebrity; But

I have something I can never do!

Even if I could do magic,

Even if I try for a thousand evers;

Dear Mom! It is impossible to repay you

For everything you have given me.

By R.S. Sadhana