• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 04

Mother’s Cot

Someone has a pride of place in his heart,
In there she is deeply seated,
She has a leash on him,
The bond is ionic,
Strong as a three cord rope,
She cuddles him swathed in her affection,
Her advice is like honey to his wounds,
It brings a soothing relief,
It's like water poured on a parched ground,
His hand is in hers leading him to safe grounds,
Much is the work you need to do,
And know how to do better,
Though he loves you,
She, he loves more.