The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, Rules the World

To rule the world, you need a heart, not a sword;

It’s true that the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the whole world.

From sleeping to standing, from cooking to sweeping;

All she can think of is the little, gentle breaths of the baby sleeping.

Motherhood, they say, is one of the most difficult jobs on Earth;

After all, we even call the Earth as ‘Mother Earth’.

The mother sacrifices everything, just for the sake of the child;

She acts like everything, from a critic to a guide.

She sleeps & wake up thinking about his safety, his life;

She dare not bring a meter near him, a needle or a knife.

She is the one the most concerned;

No matter whether illiterate or learned.

Doing the job of an alarm clock, a companion and a teacher too;

She is the one who taught me to tie my shoe.

Enduring the criticism and focused on only one thing;

That is her child’s future and making better his manners of living.

Crossing every hurdle to protect her child from wrongs;

She serves him with her hands, although she could use a pair of tongs.

Investing time, energy, money, what not;

Just to see happy her beloved tot.

Any combination of 26 letters is insufficient to correctly describe a mother;

After all, she’s your beloved Mother and not just any other.