When I dandled you and sang
Of fairies and of men
Of kings, queens, forests, and hills
Of battlefields and zen.
My songs grow old, you blossom on
Drawing life from earth and sun
The corded arms, flex in pride
I’m behind forgotten.
I smile in pride, my chest swells
When you stride out so strong
A mother’s heart always beats
For her daughter and her son.
Talat Aafreen is a student of English Literature by training and a civil servant by profession, and is based in Odisha, India. She feels her travels and interaction with people during the course of her career have greatly enriched her as a person and reflect in her writing. When she’s not writing, she reads, cooks and paints.