To My Mother, My God

Why was my mother being indifferent?
I asked myself,
As she left my hand at the gate of my school,
Tears welling down,
My cheeks turning hot,
Didn’t she care enough?

Why was she being rude?
I asked myself,
When she explained me gamut of DONOTS-
Do not play,
Do not hang out with your friends for too long,
Do not bunk lectures, et al,
Didn’t she care enough for my privacy?

What I failed to see was,
Why was she being so patient?
When I blabbered every small thing about my school, friend, and teachers,
Why was she being my mentor?
When I easily gave up,
Why was she my pillar of strength?
When I cried for hours on her shoulder,
Why would her heart bleed?
When I would hurt myself,
Why was she being my angel?
Putting wings to my dreams,
Filling me with optimism,
Turning them into reality.

Now, did I care enough?
Did I ever think that she needed to be thanked for it?
Did I ever thank god for gifting me a mother,
While others were dying so that god could bestow them with
An angel called mother?
It’s true
God cannot be everywhere,
Hence he made a mother,
Now I really want to thank god and my mom,
For, when she brightened my hope in despair,
I didn’t even bother.