Kicks of sons

I shall remember his kicks,
Inside my womb, in the cradle,
In the pram and while in hugs.
I shall remember his last kick
When he went abroad to settle.
As a mother, no kick hurts me,
Including his absence when I die
As he lives there high.
31.12.2002

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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