Mama’s Special (s)

  I am a hundred percent sure that almost every child has a recollection of something that could be termed exceptional only to his or her Mother. Not necessarily to be seen as things extraordinary at a mention but which is singularly hers ; special because it is uniquely and distinctively her individual trademark. Today dear readers, as a Mother’s Day Special, I would like you to join in with me on a ‘flash back’ journey of our mothers. You on yours and I on mine, but together the intent remains – reminisces exclusive. With every cuddle came warmth secure and a waft, the fragrance signatured to be Mum’s alone. Hands which I’d measure my tiny ones to, tracing every line and shape, resemblances of it I now find in my own.   Intrigued by the way she washed her face, a style distinctive of only her, every move I memorized. Patient poring over patterns and designs her fingers deftly picked , stylish displays her sewing, darning and knitting glamorized.   Every task begun was carried thoroughly through, irrespective of time; Her fear? lest she leave the world with work half done. She’d mother true to the very word a needy child and as for beast, four-footed and winged, she’d open her doors to species regardless, under the sun.   Jarred Jams and Jellies in her store, delightful baked goodies, She stocked  for her daughters four. A number one, her pickle of pork, it was such a raging hit Whoever tasted always asked, -‘could we get some more ? ’   Firm was her glare and firmer still at conduct disapproving Nothing escaped her eye at once She’d spot, that which needed a cleaning   Lessons in plenty resound in my ear, but one I think I can recall ‘Hold fast’ Mum always said ‘ to what’s in your hand, NEVER let it fall ‘. Taking my dog for a walk that day, some vegetables I had bought My dog met his arch- rivaled grouch, and try as I must to keep them apart I stumbled with an aching ‘Ouch’ The curtain fell on that morning show- me on my dog flat on the floor Veggies still in hand, (please note) and the dog leash firmly secure ‘Now, that’s my daughter ! Mum must have beamed  I’m sure. I fell, but my Mother’s teaching I had learnt well.