Remembering My Dear Mother
I dedicate this lovely poem, which I found in the Youtube to my mother. I am sure all of you would surely be able to relate this song. I thank the poet who wrote this beautiful poem.
I have only a few random pictures of my mother, and these are some of my favorite ones. The first picture of my mother: Taken when she was 10 years old.
I wish I had more good pictures of my mother.
I really love these pictures, which are very old and faded, yet shows my mother looking so simple yet very pretty.
Remembering her everyday, today I once again, I feel the same pain of not caring enough.
I feel we daughters were not very sensitive to her needs and her pain, for we were too busy with our little family and our children, we were too involved in deciphering our lives, that somehow her problems were not so much of a concern for us at that point in our lives. I am sure it happens in everybody's life, I know she must have understood us, yet looking back, I wish i could wipe away all the sadness from her life.
The guilt of not understanding her problems and not having offered her any succour will haunt me forever though I also know, she has forgiven us, yet.....
I remember her as a voracious reader: she used to love novels like Perry Mason, James Hadley Chase, Georgette Heyer, and all the Mills and Boons offerings she could lay her hands on. She was a true romantic, reading romantic novels was a passion for her. She used love watching good movies, be it English, Hindi, or Tamil, language was never a problem for her, for she had a knack of picking up languages very easily. She had a flair for acting, and was very good in mimicry.
She was such a good cook, and would do things effortlessly without getting tensed.
She had an excellent voice too, and had learnt Karnatic music, before her marriage and was constantly in touch with music singing to us, to her grand children, while cooking etc. She had a very soft and sweet voice.
She once even sang in front of the President of India : V.V.Giri. I wonder, how she sang without getting nervous in front of so many people. She was so talented at the same time so humble. She put her own interests in the back burner and dedicated her life to us. Now, when I think of all these things, it really moves me to tears.
She had sacrificed so much in her life bringing us up, taking care of each and every need of ours, supporting us and shielding us from the wrath of our father when we did things that might have angered him. I think this quote says it all:
"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." Agatha Christie
My mother somewhere near Boston, with my second sister.
My mom hated those thick glasses which she was forced to wear after her cataract operation, she was always uncomfortable wearing reading glasses too before that.
She was a beautiful woman, with almond shaped eyes, and beautiful smile.
Here my mom with my elder sister and me during my wedding.
Mother you were too good for us, we didn't deserve you, and when you are no longer there , we think of you very often, though now it is too late to do anything about it.
Today, when my leg pains sometimes, my thoughts immediately go to you, I think of your aches and pains, when I am in comfort, I think of you, when I see how loving and caring my husband and my children are, I think of you, wishing I had also cared for you, and I know that I don't need a mother's day to think of you, yet, I think of you on that day, as well.
Mother, I pray everyday for you, I am sure you are in a place where you are absolutely happy, healthy and fine.