To Ma, with love

Mom means :

Arms that reaches out to wipe tears off your cheeks when you sob silently into your pillow in the dead of the night.

Eyes that light up at the smallest of your achievements — the first baby steps, the first scrawny poem, the first medal, the first offer..

Feet that never tire running behind you — as you metamorphose from an energetic, vivacious toddler to a grown-up engrossed in your own world.

Ears that find music in your stories, your rants, your dreams, your desires, your fears.

Lips that always have a silent prayer for your well being.

A frown that cautions you are making a mistake when those around you are busy nodding in approval.

The lap in which it is okay to bury your head and your worries when nothing seems right.

The voice that reverberates with warmth and affection, and fills up a dull day with hope and cheer — even from thousands of miles away.

……

Happy Birthday Ma !

The more I try to be like you, the more I realise how difficult it is to be you !

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~ by prernasaxena on January 30, 2010.

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