My Mother: An Ode

When I first opened my eyes,
I saw her beautiful face,
She took me in her arms,
And lifted me up with grace.

She planted a kiss on my forehead,
My cheeks, my eyes, my nose,
She never kept me apart,
Always held me so close.

She saved me from the rains & storms,
And never left me alone,
She always kept me safe & strong,
Made my sorrows her own.

She cleaned my nose & wiped my tears,
Even today she does the same,
Her loving touch allays my fears,
She makes her own, all my pains.

When I asked God who is She?
Why does she so much bother?
He said,”She is my alter ego, son”
“And she would be called, your Mother!” :)