My Mother Poem by Akhtar Jawad
My Mother
When I was sad I was afraid I made others sad
When I was glad I thought I made others glad
When I was good I felt everyone was good
When I was bad I feared everyone was bad.
So it was me making others sad or glad
Again it was me making others good or bad.
But who made me sad or glad, good or bad?
I remember during my childhood he was my dad,
And it was a girl during youth, when I was mad,
Now it's lovely gone time that I ever had!
A woman, I couldn't ever change her mood,
How much loved me I now understood!
Excellent and clever write. A keen, witty and insightful analysis on human behavior. It captures the love of a mother that is eternal, unconditional and so pure. I liked how the great Poet framed the wonderful love of a mother and how he paved the whole write with cleverness.
Profound. A woman, I couldn't ever change her mood, How much loved me I now understood!
A mother's care! Growing up. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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