Mother’s touch

How can she know?
What’s mother’s love?
She never tasted any
Through out her life.

She read about it
So many times
In so many places
But never felt it.

Her mom was there
When she grew up
Distant and cold
Only dutiful not loving.

Never did she sat
Holding her hands
Or caressing her brow
When she was in sickbed.

Never did she allowed
To be touched or hugged
Touching her meant
The hand to be pushed away.

So she grew up reading
All the sweet stories
How mothers rock their babies
And how they hug and kiss.