Till the commencement of time
You have been mine...
Little one ..
Through me you were born
Each age and each time..

In my hand you were raised..
In my back you were carried..
We were not always
Born to human race..
Some went extinct
And some found new face...

Yet this time around ..
I opened my eyes
To find myself lying safe
In your grown up arms..
Sweet child of mine..

You are now mother of mine..
I wonder with my new eyes..
You smile and assure ..
Bless the divine ..
They heard my prayer
To make you child of mine...

(Written in honour of our mothers, whom all of us at some point of time want to mother. And our daughters .. who mother us so well.)
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