Maa (mom/mum)

Her seemingly effortless gourmet meal laid out simply

would turn us into gourmands

licking our fingers and smacking our lips

Her whimsical notes of well known lullabies

would refuse to be pinned on to straight lines

gently caressing and sending us off to dreamland

Her reading of our mood in the blink of an eye

would magically make sure our demands were met

taking for granted her presence and presents.

Her cloudy vision and frail smile lighting up like a thousand watt bulb

when I go home to touch base

making me realise what this woman means to me.

44 thoughts on “Maa (mom/mum)

  1. what a lovely poem, apt for mother’s day, hope she read it. I am sure everyone relates to this, I do at least about the food, mom-made food beats everything and still doesnt make you fat πŸ˜›

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  2. Aw, such a beautiful ode to your mother… I miss my mother terribly – she was an amazing woman – but I do get to see her in my sisters who are also amazing women. I am sure your kids know how lucky they are to have a mom like you πŸ™‚ ❀

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    1. I understand your pain, Inky. You are lucky to have sisters who have bits of your amazing mother, just as you do too. I think, for my kids I am just ‘mom’ like countless other moms!! But who knows…
      Thank you so much for your beautiful words. πŸ€—β€οΈ

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