The Sovereign Hearth
Mother’s Grace (அம்மா) — English
You did not teach me how to fear the winter’s cold,
Or bend my straight spine for lines of borrowed gold.
You stood against the heavy weather of the passing years,
And washed my secret, fragile doubts with silent tears.
If there is any light inside my calloused hand,
Or any fierce strength to make a lonely, difficult stand,
It is the direct echo of your steady, independent stride,
The quiet, unyielding iron that you built inside.
Tags: Mother Poem, Motherly Love, Inspiring Mother, Gratitude Poetry
