"Her Gentle War"

A Poem by Neha agrawal

This poem is about the mothers struggle of raising her child

In moonlit hours smooth and still,
She wakes before the morning is.
A cry, a yawn, a tiny plea"
A world contained in one small “me.”

She lifts her child with weary joy,
The night’s long shadows on her face.
Yet in her arms, the stars return,
A fire glows where sleep can't burn.

She walks the floor in quiet loops,
Sings lullabies to drifting soups
Of thoughts half-formed and dreams delayed"
Yet never once does love seem swayed.

A thousand tasks, a million wants,
Tiny clothes and endless feeds.
She gives her time, her breath, her all,
To catch each stumble, soothe each fall.

The world may pass, the clocks may race,
But all she sees is that sweet smiley face.
She learns to live with half a heart"
The other wanders where they start.

No medals come, no grand parade,
Just folded socks and beds well made.
But in her eyes, a light will grow"
The kind that only mothers know.

She’s not just strong "she’s soft and true.
A quiet storm that pulls them through.
For every tear and sleepless night,
She writes their future in her light.

© 2025 Neha agrawal

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Broken.buddy

the rhyming structure here makes it feel like a lullaby, Somehow the words "delayed" and "swayed" felt like a pause otherwise which the flow is consistent.

a fire glows where sleep can’t burn is a very loaded statement, the abstraction in this metaphor is nice to pause and visualise for a bit.

Loneliness, nurturing, inner peace - this flow of theme is nice too

thank you for sharing this