I and mother

I am feeling tired, lonely and uneasy Even though I tried to keep y self very busy I have grown to full manhood Yet that gives me feeling of no good Something is longed for and I badly miss I wish some one should come and offer kiss The one that was offered by mother on forehead With the affection and love that was clearly read How secured I had felt in her lap? Even she was offering gentle slap That I should not be hurt with more force She was taking enough care of course I wish for those days to come back Today I have everything and nothing at stake I feel those hands which were moving on my back Getting me nice sleep with her smiles and approach very frank Mt whole mouth is filled with word, mother” I know no one can fill that position either I wish to cry in her lap and relax Reach with happiness and those scenes of climax How those hands were giving me relief in curly hair? How was she creating nice melody and whisper? Those words still sing in my ears and provide music These were the moments I would hardly forget as basis How old or young you are in age You always miss her in every page You get little tears when her memory surfaces You become impatient to find out all her traces What could I say today about her? Only miss her and cry little later That only reduces my lovely feeing Otherwise it mains inside and simply killing It is good to miss all But mother is supreme with her selfless call How would not to miss her life long? As she was always on your side even if went wrong