Mothers Never Get Tired!

She made our life hers,
unaware of her own sacrifices...
And yet she hardly complained!
Did we pause and wonder
if she ever sat down and lived
her own peaceful moment,
when habitually she thought only about us!
With liberties of long warm baths
we occupied the couch in shapeless ease;
slept late in curled up careless comfort.
All this for us , not her!
How can she be sick…
I often wondered thoughtlessly.
It never struck my mind,
that she too needed some reassuring care.
But last evening when we returned home
all hungry and exhausted
from boundless summer play,
I had unknowingly taken her place!
I fulfilled my motherly instinct
with utmost satisfaction,
not realizing how fatigued I was, myself.
Then at night when I lay in bed,
I understood why even I believed,
”mothers never get tired!”