More precious than the
Moment I held you
In my arms-
More dearer than the
Moment I watched you
Take that first step-
More firmer my faith
Than that moment
You chose your path ahead;
Biting back my gasps;
But making sure you knew
My hand was there-
To hold and guide and support and comfort....
For, only you know-
How torturous the road was;
To this threshold you now are at,
Sailing rough waters.
To pass under that
Quarterdeck.
I saw you
Proud, straight-
The perfect salute;
The smile that played
on your lips.
This mother now,
With pride anew in you,
Hands you over, to our Mother;
With the deepest respect;
For, more precious, more dear
Are you now.
And more firmer my faith
In all that you will do.
A Salute to you
My son! !
Usha,1 December, '07
Usha Pisharody
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