Have been thinking about this for a while but this photo from Ganapathy made me sit and write a few lines today.
...
The smallest thing you got
was reserved for me
Your whole life in short
was all about me
When I was a child
you had a dream for me
In your own sweet way
you slowly led me
In your thoughts you were
much ahead of me
You were always right
about what I would be
When I was successful
it would be just because of me
When things didn't go well
you would be there for me
The smallest things I did
you always thanked me
while all my thoughts above
remained deeply inside me
Words are not enough
to tell what you mean to me
Everyday in life is
mother's day for me
