The little boy sleeps contented, Out of harm’s way in the blanket; Loved. Knowing his mother is close by He knows peace, he knows dreams; He is her beloved. He glances at her searching for reassurance Before getting on the school van. And comes back with a bunch of questions; Many hows and whys Awaiting the assurance that he can. Playing on the swing, He believes, He aims high. Knowing he could only fall in her arms, if ever; He grows feeble wings Every time she tells him he can fly. Proud enough not to hold her hand on the way back; Not ashamed but trying to grow up in her shade And yet stepping out of it, every once in a while. A day comes when he runs to his friends, forgets to bid her goodbye. Only to come back home to someone everyday Who stands on the doorstep with a smile.