To my mother: A poem by Amrita Chatterjee

 

You create me in your likeness,

With all the love you can garner.

I, too shape you into a mother,

To each other's ways, we are no strangers. 

You mold me with your experience, expertise,

Careful not to falter or commit a mistake. 

I, too bring back the joys of growing up,

Together in this journey memories, we make.

You wish me the best in everything I do,

Tireless in your continuous endeavor.

To see you happy I try my best,

Whatever I achieve is also yours in equal measure. 

You are me and I am you,

You cry my tears I smile your smile.

We exchange our roles of mother and daughter, 

We evolve and adapt,  our parts we restyle.