Mama

If someone were to ask me,

“Who today is the person

you'd want to be tomorrow?”

I'd say, “My mama:

my best friend, my hero.”

For a painting would not be a painting

without a painter and their paint.

My mama soaked me in greens and pinks

till all my emptiness became faint.

There is something beautiful

in the way my mama smiles,

in the way she pursues happiness,

in the way she runs for miles.

It is my mama who loves me when

I feel all alone.

It is my mama who hugs me even though

I am all grown.

My mama is the reason I keep a rhyme

in the poems I compose.

She is the one who taught me to dance to the beat

in the direction the music flows

And to her, I will always be in a debt so grand,

that the only way I can repay

is to make the most of the life she has given me

and to be a kind human along the way.

- Prerna

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