I trip and fall around,
Most of the times its my fault.
Its because of those random things I drop on the ground.
And when I do,
Nobody is surprised.
They just casually roll their eyes.
I’m used to it though,
It doesnt matter much to me.
But when I show my mom the bruised knee,
Her face starts to contort,
As she aids me, it gives me comfort.
As she asks how I fell,
And if it was deeply hurting then.
I just wave it away,
Joking that I’ll live another day.
She just keeps reminding me,
That I’m loved.
As long as I breathe,
She will hold me beloved.
Whenever I trip and hit something hard,
Her cheerful expression turns dark.
How can one’s love be so unconditional?
The feeling is so magically medicinal,
The moment she hugs me,
All the pain goes away.
How does she do it, without any break?
I’m thankful that I’m clumsy,
Because its earned me her love.
Its caused her pain to see me like that,
But I try to comfort.
How she does it, I have no idea,
This motherhood thing will always remain an enigma.
The bruises are always quickly healed.
The hugs she gives me,
That’s exactly how they feel.
Keya, 13 year old, writing since age 7. Expressing her self freely on her blog! Enjoy the reading