Mother

Such is my mother…
Sometimes a friend, sometimes my father.

In face of adversity, she is a careless laughter
Like on a cloudy night; a star shining brighter.

She will scold me and then cry over it,
Sometimes bitter but mostly sweet.

She says,
"I am with you, get up and give a fight",
On the darkest days, she is my flashlight.

A warm blanket on a cold winter,
Such is my mother…