An Ode To Mothers

No , it was not  some magic spell, 
That we  , who ran pell mell
Throwing tantrums ,  running wild 
 Like stallions self styled  
Were beguiled by   a rebuke mild  
When the shades of the evening fell
Into  coming  back home,  to her fold. 

When sinister clouds roared and roiled 
Like a snake , her hood  she  uncoiled 
Away the clouds scurried 
Helter skelter and hurried. 
 Soothing  frayed nerves with one word 
Pointing towards the tiny , colourful bird 
Her frail figure robustly sheltering us under her wings 
Braving life's arrows and  slings
Saving and scrimping  for a rainy day 
Not caving in to the rumble   of clouds grey.

While the sliver of a moon sailed along 
She happily prattled a song .
Awe struck by the sun's  grandeur 
We lisped goosie goosie gander.
[Could anything be grander?]
To her apron strings tethered 
Many a violent storm we weathered. 

Sitting  by the   sick bed , soothing   fears 
And wiping   tears
Though filled with dread  
Soft  her tread 
As  she  put a cool hand on a  hot forehead. 

Standing on our tiny toes, we aimed high  
To touch the dazzling turquoise of her sky. 
Up to us wafted the heart warming breath 
Of joyous spring , and our hearts did sing 
 Drunk with the warmth of her  rich sunshine .