Her Love

Glancing at her,
I wondered,
Did she ever feel tired,
From the relentless toils ;
To make sure that I’m sated?

Whilst cocooned in her arms,
Her warm smell shrouding me,
I wondered;
Does she hate me?
Hate me for being a burden to her?

Clutching onto her clothes as we strolled,
I mused;
Did she ever regret having me?,
Were her efforts worth it?

Blinking curiously,
I raised my head from her bosom,
And met her agony- filled orbs,
I nervously wondered;
Was I the one who inflicted her with hurt?

A pat on the head snaps me out of my reverie;
She sweetly smiles,
Hey,she smiled at me;
With a warm smile,
Full of assurance,
As if sharing telepathy,
Our hearts calm down,
She hid the pain from me again.
My mom!