I’m everything I am…because you loved me

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

Happy Mother’s Day to you all!

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He Never Died…

 

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He Lives On…in me

Today
This day
He was over.
Long lost
Long gone
Does he now live in heaven?
Possibly he took birth again.
Will never know
But for me…
He was
He is
He will remain
My one and only father
For, a father is a father
He continues…
Flows in our blood
Lives in our cells
Runs in our veins
Thrives in our thoughts
Forever in our hearts
Did ‘that’ day
When he left us
Does this day
Today
19th of April

Alka

Many Shades of Motherhood…

On Mother’s Day, various blog authors expressed their feelings in their posts. Here are some of them. I picked them up randomly and must have left out some good ones. You can share in your comments
Please have a look.

1).  Simple thanks to one’s mother:  Everything

2).  A mother thanks her wonderful son: On Being Mom

3). Mothering a sick child: Happy Mother’s Day

4). Mother and child…a snug feeling:  Happy Mother’s Day 

5). Becoming a mother, early motherhood:  Born Again

6). Beautiful thoughts of a daughter: My Mother

7).  How many candles?:  Mother’s Day cake

8).  Cute bond:  Best Bargain Ever

9).  Is it just a commercialised Love? :  The Truth About Mother’s Day

10).  On royal baby and royal mom:  Baby Princess Charlotte

11).  A son shares his thoughts of motherhood: Give her your time

12).  God is the true mother: Mother’s Day (?)

13).  Mothers who give (sacrifice) their child away, for his/her benefit:   Jochebed

14).  Simple love and little excitements on this day:  Mothering Day

15).  What if you lose your child, or you have none? :  Why I hate Mother’s Day

16).  Separated parents – a child opts for her/his mother:  A Day in Court 

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Many shades of motherhood indeed!

There are birth mothers, grandmothers, step-mothers, adoptive mothers, surrogate mothers, young mothers and older mothers.
There are children born in adverse circumstances, their parents have no choice but to hand over the kids to someone who can look after them. Often, such children feel huge anger their whole lives, esp. on Mother’s Day (as I read in some blog posts but I decided not to put them up here).

There are neglected elderly mothers/parents who live in old age homes, not cared enough by their adult children but still continue to bless them.

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This is the emotional journey I undertook on Mother’s Day – visiting various blogs and sharing them. I wanted to experience all kinds of feelings, not just the usually accepted happy mood. There are all kinds of families in this world – all kinds of mothers and all kinds of children.

 

My Writer Dad

My dad was not
some literary genius
but writer sure he was.

He brought me up
till my life’s first half
after which he was gone.

If he could now write
my whole life for me
truly this will bless me.

Till he was alive
he knew me more, than
I could ever know me.

Rest of my bumpy ride
he didn’t get to see
he’ll write, he’ll know me.

He’ll write and review
if his dear daughter lived
well, or covertly died

Which of his dreams
she fully fulfilled
which others she tried

A daughter will know
her lost dad a bit more
this life had cruelly denied

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Your Life, the Book

Also, it was my second response to The Daily Prompt: Ghostwriter
“If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?”

In my first poem I had invoked Shakespeare to write my Life-story:  Request Denied

Best Bargain Ever

It was too good to be true
like some dream come true
when he said to me ‘I love you’
Till now he never said it
much as I asked him to.
Asked many times, he never did.
I think, he didn’t know he should
show his love, so when he obliged
it was too good to be true.

I remember, the other day
He and I were in some shop
As usual he vanished to his nook
Then came out and proposed,
that if I buy his favorite ‘thing’,
then each day of his whole life
he will say to me ‘I love you’.
I laughed but agreed.
This offer I couldn’t refuse,
for it was too good to be true

And next day he did that.
As I woke up dreamily
rubbing my eyes lazily,
there he stood by my bed-side
his little hands holding my face
thus spoke to me, my little boy
“Mama, I love you!! Now will you
please please please
get me my favorite toy?”

 
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The above incident actually happened with me many years ago, when my son was little (as in pics).
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