She carries you in her womb,
Not for a day or a week – but for all nine months,
She gives you her blood and flesh,
And brings you in this beautiful world.
She feeds you from day one,
You are now her only passion,
She experiences sleepless nights,
Just to give you all the comforts.
She holds your little finger,
Teach you to walk,
She is your first listener,
When you can hardly talk.
From your clothes to your shoes,
She lives to serve you,
At times even forgets to comb her hair,
Keeps your breakfast ready - even before you wake up.
She fulfills your all desires,
Compromising her own dreams,
She finds her contentment in your smile,
And forgets - she also needs to rest for a while.
Her life revolves around you,
She cannot think beyond you,
She is your mother,
The first woman in your life.
As years pass by,
You meet another at some point in life,
You fall in love with her,
You want her to be your wife.
She leaves her family for you,
She accepts your family for you,
Forgets her identity and embraces the reality,
Just for your love and pure serenity.
She forgives all your false deeds,
She surrenders her all needs,
She weaves a blanket of compassion,
All she wants is a bit of attention.
When she fails to answer a query,
And you forget her contribution to your life,
All you remember to tell her,
Is ‘You are just a housewife’.
Still she carries a big smile,
Next day makes your favourite apple pie,
You are too busy to even glance at her,
But she gives you the best gift of life.
She brings your child in this world,
To make you a proud father in your life,
And to silently tell you,
‘I am not just a housewife’.
And then your wife is your child’s mother,
Now you realise her worth,
You learn to respect her as a housewife,
The second woman in your life!
Internationally published author of ‘14 Pearls of Inspiration’ and the ‘12 Facets of a Crystal’
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