She

She raised a daughter when she was 21,
No, not a teenage mom she was,
But she was pregnant with me when she was 20,
Although she had my father’s support; but 20 is really young,

She had not yet figured out life yet,
But studies were never resumed,
For taking care of a kid all by herself and of a family is a lot to ask,

She worked through her post-pregnancy days
And scars of it on her stomach,
Traces of those pains still haunt her,

And yet somehow she believes,
Loving me in the way she does,
There is nothing extraordinary in that,
Every parent does that

But who ruled out the possibility that,
You cannot be common yet, Extraordinary!

Here is the hard part though,
It was not her choice to make,
It was what was the norm around her age,
Around her time, around her village,
Marrying off their daughters as soon as you can

I still believe for her to be the most courageous women I ever met,
It was simple, it still is,
She fought through the things she could,
Managed to accept the things she could not possibly change,
Yet sustaining a desire to live, to manifest into something great,

I see her grow each day,
Ohh not that she has that big promotion to get,
To grow each day just because she wants to know how it’s done,
It’s simple for her,
Advising me through my bad career phases,
Helping my brother with most accurate of the future strategies,

There is this desire to live, to deal with everything that comes,
In her own way, I have seen her messed up,
I have seen her with glowing deep aspirational eyes,
On days she won’t stop to smile,
I have seen her deep little brown eyes, with a full tears supply,

With regrets, with aspirations left unfulfilled,
But never once, never once, having doubts about me,
Through my mistakes, through my random comments,
She still believes in me,

I know in a way, I am one of the reasons,
She could not be so much more,
But she still believes I am the reason she could be so much more!