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In Her Loving Grasp

A mother is not merely a woman, but holds within her a ceaseless love, within which she creates a spell of constant care. It is hard to imagine the chemical combinations which makes this love universal, all I could do is watch, spellbound, at this love and envy every child resting peacefully on their mother's arms.


Courtesy : The Mag

















Like mist before the Sun,
Like an august spirit's triumphant run,
Her words for me like cautious trust,
Her arms, generous and snug,
In her grasp I felt numerous and warm,
Within her care, in constant delight,
Leaving behind truths, of disparate moods,
Forgetting the World's unfamiliar rhetoric,
I wish to run back to my mother's hands,
I wish to be enveloped within her cordial hug,
Where in I shall be a child, if so for an alluring trice!

Comments

  1. Sumana Roy19 October 2014 at 10:36

    a mother is a mother is a mother...lovely, lovely lines Anand :)

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky19 October 2014 at 10:42

    Wonderful to have such memories of childhood, and no wonder one would want to return to that safety and security.

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  3. brudberg19 October 2014 at 10:47

    If only.. a mother will at one point need our support.. becoming the child in our arms.

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  4. Kay19 October 2014 at 11:35

    lovely..we are always children to our mothers..x

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  5. Mary19 October 2014 at 11:43

    I do think there are times in our lives that we think how nice it would be to be back in our mother's protective care....at least for a period of time. It is such a comforting thought.

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  6. Kathe W.19 October 2014 at 13:16

    ah this is wonderful!

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  7. ZQ19 October 2014 at 13:19

    Nice!
    ZQ

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  8. Justin Lamb20 October 2014 at 10:49

    This is a nice tribute. Sounds like you have some fond memories of your mother.

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  9. Ginny Brannan20 October 2014 at 14:11

    Finally a happy childhood memory, lovely to read. Well done!

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  10. Mary20 October 2014 at 20:35

    Hoping you will be able to visit those of us from Poets United who have visited you. Doesn't matter if it is later in the week....smiles.

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  11. Locomente21 October 2014 at 03:05

    Mother and her love is irreplaceable..
    Good one

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  12. Gen Giggles 21 October 2014 at 03:52

    Yes such a feeling mother's give us and we lose all to soon.

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  13. Justin Lamb23 October 2014 at 08:13

    This is a great tribute to what a mother can be to a child, even once the child is grown in an adult. Well done.

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  14. Tess Kincaid23 October 2014 at 11:10

    Wonderful tribute...

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  15. Ankita 25 October 2014 at 13:11

    that is a really touching take on this prompt! the poem is very stirring. A mother's embrace can heal every pain

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