An ode to my mother..

I held my mother's finger as a toddler,

When she rejoiced my first step and my first jump.

Pictures were clicked quickly

When into father I would bump!

My mother held my hand 

When into my primary school we walked,

With no understanding of life,

On it my innocence mocked!

We did not hold hands

As we stepped into my college.

Of life's responsibilities and duties on my shoulder,

I carried a heavy baggage.

We hugged when I got a job,

Adding to my family's income.

With loads of over-timings and insomnia,

Success and promotions was the expected outcome.

Now I hold her hand 

When in the park we take a walk

This results from the irony brought by

The moving hands of the clock!

When she grows weak

I'll lift her in my arms.

With the same love and care

With which she protected me from all harms.