This endearing piece of poem is a story of a woman who loses her mother in early childhood but then gets her back on last days of her life. Prayers do get answered but God has his own way. To quote:
“God answers prayers, but he doesn’t always answer it your way.”
– Lou Holtz
We need more than eyes to see that. Perhaps, we need some insight to comprehend that. To dig deeper, indulge in the lines written below,
The Prayers
The little girl prayed
Everyday
Can you give me my mother back?
The love that I lost
The warmth that it cost
Can u return to me my Mother back?
For what sin did I do!
For which I have to pay!
Being absolute you are
Deluge of kindness,
Can u replay for me
those stolen lullaby tracks?
With a longing heart
And poignant urge
Days passed
so the years too.
The flowers blossomed
And she did too.
When the time was ripe
And birds do chirped.
Sweet raptures of
untouched melody lurked.
The quest seemed over
With the suitor’s debut.
The union was favourable
Wedded bliss for two.
A Miss(girl) was born
To the Man and wife.
Life couldn’t be better
For all the strife.
For all these while
She picked
the flowers and thorns
and all the prudence
That life did adorn.
With a longing heart
And poignant urge
Days passed
And the years too.
The flowers withered
So she did too.
The daughter she bore
Was fond of her;
Cared, nurtured and
nursed as much she could.
As She groaned with pain
Sick in bed
Years cast a price on age.
The girl whispered sweet
Words of assurance
To the woman of grace
But pain abundance.
For I am there.
Don’t you worry,
In sickness and storm
your distress and glory.
You raised me up
It’s my turn now.
I am your mother
You’r sweet child of mine.
The role is reversed
It’s time you slow down,
Now remain assured
And loose that frown.
So she said
And kissed goodnight,
With an anxious heart
And prayers
for health and might.
As she lay there still
She had realisation.
The mother I longed
For so long
finally got her returned.
In my girl I see
The lost caregiver I yearned.
For what good i did!
I feel so blessed.
She felt overwhelmed,
But tears of contentment.
God smiled at her
And she smiled back
– The gladness in expression
For the kindness indepth.
Prayers do get answered
With zeal and earnestness.
Never loose your hope
Lesson learned in keenness.
The dreary night passed,
And the morning ushered fearless
The girl reached to wish Mother,
Eager and restless.
With her hands folded tight
She laid there motionless.
The face spoke calmness;
No suffering, no delight.
Tears of gratefulness
On her salt stained cheek
And the smile stayed intact
on her pale, lifeless lips.
