She carried the burden
for ten whole months.
Yet, for her,
it was not a burden,
rather a gift from heaven.

On the day she heard
her baby's cries for the first time,
tears sprung from her eyes,
not because of the pain,
but because of the overwhelming happiness.

The following years,
all she cared for was her baby.
There were thousands of sleepless nights
tending to her sick child.

Her love for her
sprung from her soul,
ran all over her.
All the hardships,
she bore up
for the sake of her child.

She watched her grow,
from toddler to girl,
from girl to woman,
pride evident in her eyes.

Though mere words won't do justice for her,
may this be
a tribute
for all the mothers out there.