Could a mother ever leave her child?

A blank paper could answer well when asked

how would be a mom's love look like.
But in my wildest thoughts I ever wondered

how it would look like.

Imaginations took me for a ride into nature;

my all-time favourite place.

Is it something like how the clouds melt

themselves into raindrops?

There i met a definition where theories and

rules of life exists no more.

Triumphed with joy I ran back to my study

to pen down that overwhelming emotion.

I went on filling up the paper but the letters

seem to be invisible.

And finally the definition was ready resulting

a perfect blank paper.

-Maria George