A poem for Mother’s Day
by
Ronald Hadrian
Mother is the fifth gospel
But here is a confession
How often have I treated her right
I watch her work from dawn to dusk
Yet, I wait for her to wash my plates, a sad sight
How often have I made a good coffee
or a surprise dish for her.
I have seen her sacrifice
Yet, I remain in the state of apathy
Like she is entitled to work,
while I slumber on the couch
Her old age brings ailments
And I hesitantly do some work
but soon I give reasons like my fruitless work
and hide behind my inability( But how does she do all that work!)
This is all clear now, she will love me
Even if I don’t do any thing for her
but then, like some wise man noted
It is better to give a rose everyday
than a wreath on her funeral.
It is better to be with her like a friend
Sharing with her work, and listening to her story
then one day missing her, and posting
hypocritical whatsapp wishes
that disappear with the mid night stars.
Dr.S.Jayanthi
Wonderful poem on mom and her dutiful love.
Ronald Hadrian
Thank u mam
Ashish
Sir, this poem is amazing.
Ronald Hadrian
Thank u buddy
Naresh
Anna really wonderful 🥰 heart melting words.
Ronald Hadrian
Thank you bro
Sharon
Beautiful 😍
Ronald Hadrian
Thank u sis
Seetharaman
Happy Mother’s Day 🤩
Ronald Hadrian
,😀😊
R.Radhika
Really awesome sir 😄
Ronald Hadrian
Thank you mam
Madhumitha
Awesome poem sir… You have made me realise the truth sir!
Ronald Hadrian
Thank you Madhumitha for your comments.
Gracy Nirmala
Fantastic sir…
Ronald Hadrian
Thank You mam..
A.R Rizwan
Sir! as always, you nailed it❤
Ronald Hadrian
thank you so much buddy
Madan
It’s really awesome