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.
