This weekend as I was strolling through the malls, fancy decorations caught my eye. I observed cute snaps of moms and babies all over. Oh, so cute!!! I thought. Immediately it reminded me of George Cooper's poem I had learnt in standard II,
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
Only one mother who nurtured you in her womb, who fed from her gentle breast, who hushed you in her arms to rest, who ran to help when you fell down and who would tell pretty stories before kissing your crown. A mother is a person who gives up her piece of your favourite pie, promptly announcing she never did care for it. I would go on and on, but words have become cliché now. I know, enough has been written and told on mothers and motherhood and yet it is all too small. I wonder at times, what prompts mothers of such selfless, love. Is it the fact that you are a part of her flesh and blood? Why do they say, motherhood completes womanhood? What makes reproduction so irresistible in spite of the fact that it ends with labour pains? What makes her loose her own identity and feel proud of being your mom? All these feelings are so beyond my comprehension! I guess only a mother can know these answers. With the cutting of the umbilical cord at birth, the physical attachment to our mothers ceases but even then psychological and emotional attachments stays. Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother, says Oprah Winfrey.
Mom, you taught me to soar for the skies, you sowed dreams in my eyes, gave strength in my wings to fly, you taught me to stand up and face the world while you stood firmly behind me. I see you in me. And it confirms the Right Thing in things I do. And yet it confuses me, coz I don’t want to be like you. I want to be me. It is you who has given me this identity.
Luv u mom, the most, muahhhhhh!
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
Only one mother who nurtured you in her womb, who fed from her gentle breast, who hushed you in her arms to rest, who ran to help when you fell down and who would tell pretty stories before kissing your crown. A mother is a person who gives up her piece of your favourite pie, promptly announcing she never did care for it. I would go on and on, but words have become cliché now. I know, enough has been written and told on mothers and motherhood and yet it is all too small. I wonder at times, what prompts mothers of such selfless, love. Is it the fact that you are a part of her flesh and blood? Why do they say, motherhood completes womanhood? What makes reproduction so irresistible in spite of the fact that it ends with labour pains? What makes her loose her own identity and feel proud of being your mom? All these feelings are so beyond my comprehension! I guess only a mother can know these answers. With the cutting of the umbilical cord at birth, the physical attachment to our mothers ceases but even then psychological and emotional attachments stays. Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother, says Oprah Winfrey.
Mom, you taught me to soar for the skies, you sowed dreams in my eyes, gave strength in my wings to fly, you taught me to stand up and face the world while you stood firmly behind me. I see you in me. And it confirms the Right Thing in things I do. And yet it confuses me, coz I don’t want to be like you. I want to be me. It is you who has given me this identity.
Luv u mom, the most, muahhhhhh!
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ReplyDeleteComments wrkg finally.... hmm...
ReplyDeleteRightly said, so many things have been written but its still too small. That's because argggg Motherhood is something so divine, so pure, so perfect, so magical that no matter how many words you try, it will still be well short of what's to be said.
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah well guys are damn close to their moms, they hate being called mumma's boy.
Put there are few like me "Mumma's boy forever and ever".
But* instead of Put
ReplyDelete@jayshil : nothing wrond in being a mumma's boy .. gurls like such guys ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL'ed absolutely nothing wrong being a mumma's boy :)
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