#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
How clumsy I was attempting to lace
My sandals and shoes; for food-
Was my only skill then
A sad reminder of the mess
I posed to myself, you and my team
Feeding not my brains, but abdomen
Till I was robust with low self-esteem
Just one of my many sicknesses you cured
Emaciating your already slender build
Acting beyond your name, to have incurred
The wrath of all practitioners in the health field
Suing them for criminal negligence as...