The hand that rocks the cradle...

As I lay fallen on the tarred road,
Not one came across from the passing horde,
As tears kissed my lips,I wish you were there for me
And I lay wincing in pain over a scrapped red knee.

I realised there is a child in me,
Whenever it’s hurt, it cries "Mummy!!"

Of baby steps and mindless cribbing,
Naive demands and tantrums eating
Gave into my every wish,every plea
Keeping an eye,you set me free.

Even though you scolded the child in me,
You knew always that I would be naughty.

With friends I played hide n seek,
Darkness turned me from lion to meek,
Your touch, your hug, your kiss, your care,
Your lovely fingers would ruffle my hair.

You knew about the little child in me,
In your bosom,I felt no demon was scary.

Dad was there with a stern hand,
Bro and Sis made life look grand,
With the darling lady who gave me birth,
I have seen the twain,heaven and earth.

You have been all to the child in me,
You are the only form of GOD I see.

In devilish grins and cruel smirks,
I have seen worldly ways, it sure irks,
The innocent smile that came in glee,
With each passing time I have felt it flee

I still hold on to your dear child in me,
When the devil's advocate asks for a fee.

Your stories, your sayings, your energy for life,
To glow in your eyes, I would always strive,
But when the moment came,when it mattered,
My world tore apart, it left me shattered.

Rocked and broken this child in me,
Cruel and harsh has been his destiny.

There is a child in me, it cries alone,
It misses the most when it lets a moan,
Mom you mean the world to me,
Come back for the sake of the child in me.