Another Mom

As a kid, I was lucky

Being loved by people around

In my neighborhood

There was an aunty,

Younger than my mom was then

She and her husband was fond of me

As they didn’t had kids, then

She showered love on me

That could envy any mom

She looked after me like her own kid

Took me to her home, when she had time

Or I visited her when I missed her

Everyday, she used to feed me the lunch

With my favorite fried eggs of fish

I liked being with her

Since she cared me a lot

One day I called her “mom”

As I couldn’t differentiate her love

From my own mom

She was happy at that moment

Months later, she moved on afar

When she finally had her own child

She named him after me

May be in my memory

When I visited her once, years later

She was so happy

And I felt the same warmth in her eyes

Despite we didn’t meet for long

I haven’t seen her, ever since

But I feel, I have another mom in her

Some relations are unique

Rising from the bottom of hearth

With more depth than bloodily relations

This is about a lady who loved me like her own son.