unforgettable day

on this fateful day January 14th, my beloved mother attained the lotus feet- still I feel the vaccum and a sense of emptiness prevails, still unable to believe that she is not alive...

the love and affection of a mother is precious and unfathomable, and cannot be replaced.

Those happy days with my mother can only be remembered. I am yearning for those happy days, but now it is not possible as she is not there, I could only cherish those sweet memories...

Truely my mother is love walking on two legs,
those laughs,
ever willing to sacrifice,
keeping high of myself,
giving freedom at the same time control,
telling nice stories and happenings around,
being content and happy for even small things,
accepting even a small gift with full joy and ethusiasm,
ever willing to help others,
spritual, tireless in household cores,
calmness and supportive,

But the lord was impatient and
Perhaps, hurry and wants to provide her a position in his abode...

This day is unforgettable in my life....for some today is the begining of Pongal festival, ie bogi pongal.. but for me it is not so...

A tribute to my mother...
ofcourse some borrowed wisdom as I am not competent to write peoms like these.

MOTHER...

Mother You filled my days with rainbow lights,

fairytales and sweet dream nights,

A kiss to wipe away my tears,

Gingerbread to ease my fears.

You gave the gift of life to me,

And then in love, you set me free.

I thank you for your tender care,

for deep warm hugs and being there.

I hope that when you think of me,

A part of you, you'll always see.

~Author Unknown~


A MOTHER'S LOVE

A Mother's love is somethingthat no on can explain,

It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what may

For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . .

It is patient and forgivingwhen all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

even though the heart is breaking . . .

It believes beyond believing

when the world around condemns,

And it glows with all the beautyof the rarest, brightest gems . . .

It is far beyond defining,it defies all explanation

,And it still remains a secretlike the mysteries of creation . . .

A many splendoured miracleman cannot understand

And another wondrous evidence

of God's tender guiding hand.

courtesy thanks to wonderful peom of ~Helen Steiner Rice~