on mothers

she welcomes me with a warm embrace,
and a big clear smile on her face,
a sumptuous meal follows
and with each mouthful, the comfort grows.
after an hour's simple conversation
you know there's a rare connection.

Funny, how mothers all around the world are the same; capable of
such open, unconditional love.

(PS: The lady in the poem is Soumya's mother)