WHEN I WAS A CHILD...

He did wrong.
For that moment, he had gone stubborn.
And when mother scolded him.
He cried;
The wailing echoed in the walls of mother’s heart.
He cried;
And the tears stained his face.
And even though, the pain was still eating his flesh.
He raced graciously into mother’s arms.
Then mother opened her arms wide in reception.
And hugged her son.
Cuddled him in her warmth.
And kissed him on the forehead.
Despite the war that erupted between them.
There was a strong bond that intertwined their destinies.
A strong connection that is beyond blood and genes.
The bond between a mother and a child…