My job

Me with Sparsh and Anaya

It is my job to teach you,
To tell you what to see,
To pass on all the things to know
To live life successfully.

It is my job to make you strong?
Courageous, smart and tough?
And what if I am not these things?
Will I be enough?

What if all I have are arms
To hold you when you’re tired
Ears to listen,eyes to see
You as you are, will I be fired?

I don’t know, but time will tell,
Values good or bad will spell.
Don’t be good, just be nice,
You two, my treasured prize.



9 Comments Add yours

  1. krish says:

    Beautiful Expression…lovely emotions..
    A mother can only give her best and hope the best happens for the children…

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Yes truly and unconditionally


  2. Beautiful poem, lovely message and what a great capture

    Liked by 3 people

    1. Thank you Shantanu

      Liked by 1 person

      1. My absolute pleasure

        Liked by 1 person

  3. Wonderful poem!

    Liked by 3 people

  4. sakshisoni says:

    Amazing poetry!😃

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Sakshi 🙂


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