My mother is a legend on her own right. Anyone who knows her cannot help saying that they love her and those are the very people on whose faces I can sense fear when they first interact with her.
My mother is not a typical stay-at-home mother, who would wept all day watching soaps on TV or always busy with the household chores. Rather she is an active one: socially, spiritually and physically, and I must also add -with an active and healthy tongue. She did not hesitate to stand-up for her beliefs and always speaks her mind.
Nothing can delute here views. She likes it or she dislikes it, and she would say so. If you rub her on the wrong way, be ready to face the verbal bullet she is going to fire at you, but if you are being your normal self, if she agreed with you and your view or not, she would treat you as her equal.
Even till now, I hardly remember my mother doing something for me that I can do it myself, like washing my own clothes, dishes and room. If my cloth is broken, she would know and stitch it up, but if it is dirty, she would remind me that my cloth is dirty. When me and my 5 brothers and sisters were growing up, she would divide all the household chores among us, and each one of us was expected to finish our duty -and I must tell you it never was a problem.
The only thing that I can say about my Mother that always annoy me in my younger day is that she would never allow me to have more than Four clothes at a time. From my childhood day till I left home at age 14, I never remember ever having more than four shirt, four pants, two shoes, two socks, etc. If I ever have an extra one, she would give it to some relative, friends or neighbours. At that time, it always annoy me, but now, I fully understand why she did that and I must say, I am proud of it. Here, I can only add -she also has a healthy Heart!
I have lots to write about my Mother, but I must stop here as I am sitting in a Cyber Cafe and I am running out of time. But here is a poem by my favourite Poet, Christina Rossetti...I dedicate this to my dearest Mom on Mother's Day.
SONNETS ARE FULL OF LOVE Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
-Christina Rossetti (1881)
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