#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,

You remained nonchalant on my toddling slowly,
at my own pace…

With Itsy-bitsy hands I spilled my meals time after time,
You scolded daddy when he recorded my reactions,
When I made squeezed up expressions after licking lime..

Despite barbie attires you dressed me like a boy,
Rather than whispering magic spells,
you handed me a gun toy…

Be it yelling, be it crying you...