It doesn't matter ...

It doesn't matter the roles she takes on with pride,

Whether CEO or homemaker, in love, she finds her stride.

It doesn't matter the feats she daily achieves,

   Yet acknowledgment may elude, a dance  like autumn leaves.


It doesqn't matter the chores that fill her day,

   Turning mundane moments into a ballet.


It doesn't matter the love woven in each chore,

   Recognition may not always knock at the door.


It doesn't matter the billion-dollar tasks she commands,

   True wealth lies in the warmth of her hands.


It doesn't matter the organizational feats she achieves,

   In every tidied corner, her love perceives.


It doesn't matter the care in every meal's delight,

   A thank-you might feel a distant flight.


It doesn't matter even if she manages the whole house,

   Acknowledgment may not always find its spouse.


It doesn't matter if she works tirelessly round the clock,

   Her dedication towards the family echoes, however the admiration may not be in stock.


It doesn't matter the sacrifices she makes,

    Yet gratitude sometimes a silent echo, it takes.


It doesn't matter if she studies in preparation to offer guidance in homework for the betterment of education,

  “Mom, you nag me too much”,  the common proclamation.


It doesn't matter the challenges she bravely faces,

    Yet the acknowledgement might dwell in silent spaces.


It doesn't matter the illnesses she gently tends,

    The gentle voice that says, Mom, are you able to just help me find my shoe lace sometimes silently descends.


It doesn't matter the age or the frailty,

    Her care for the elderly, a timeless loyalty.


It doesn't matter the tales in every fold,

    Lack of awareness holds the acknowledgment and the support may remain untold.


It doesn't matter the variety in every meal,

    Her recipe of love is the deepest feel.


It doesn't matter the dreams in vacations planned,

    Yet gratitude might slip through like shifting sand.


It doesn't matter the trials, the tests she withstands,

    Yet respect may not always find its bands.


It doesn't matter the titles or roles she takes,

    Yet respect's melody in the silence makes.


So, here's to the mothers, deserving and true,

    May your self-respect and self-worth harmonize in every note of your family music, too.

Comments

  1. NayanaDecember 27, 2023 at 10:30 AM

    This is so beautiful Rama, truth in every line. Love this so much ❤️ keep composing, can't wait to read more ❤️

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  2. AnonymousDecember 27, 2023 at 5:41 PM

    Rama, Spoken so true ! Spoken so well ! Very few, the chosen ones, get to play the role you've written about ! Keep composing! //Rakesh

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