Saturday, May 12, 2012

Remembering a great mother on Mother's Day

 Mothers are always special - the hardest of men can melt in nanoseconds when they stand in front of their mothers. It is the mothers who shape the destiny of men, more than the fathers. 

Luck are those who have their mothers alive on the Mother's Day - but those who have bid their mothers farewll on their way to their heavenly abode, can still find the fragrance of their mothers and find them around every second of their lives. 

Herein under is a tribute to my mother and all mothers of the world:

Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me
With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,
And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.
For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free

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