Opened my eyes to a fatherless world,
With my childhood so amazing yet so disturbed.
And she being my mother had to fight,
For her, was the battle with all these worldly lies.
With a gentle soul to care for in her hands,
She had to be both, a mother and a father to her little infant.
She broke from within, trying to make ends meet,
But of her own scars, her face showed no glimpse.
She became the father I felt protected with,
Became the smile on my tender lips.
She held my hand as I learned to walk,
Became the paddles to my ‘I am a big girl now’ cycle.
She became everything she could,
To make her daughter feel happy and less-distressed.
The monsters living underneath my bed,
The nightmares every single night I dreamt of,
The questions that were left unanswered to my friends,
All the worries evaporated with my mother’s one hug.
She became the opponent to my fears,
Became the treasure I held close.
She became my home,
The only ‘family’ I had got.
She’s fearless and mighty,
She’s without doubt, my superwoman.