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lalitha iyer

(7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

A Motherless Day

I wonder
what I missed..
the way she fed
balls and balls of rice
with ghee and dhal
the smell of mother
her Jasmine flower
the grace of her voice
her cheering moods
the way she played
with my silly toys
just enjoyed
with my age
a child she was
when I was
an adult she grew
up with me
she opened the sky
and showed me the stars
filled my nights
with fullness of moons
she preserved to me
the poem of life
the love of living
faith in healing
with delicate things
she was a wonder
for her weapons were modest
smiling in sadness
teaching life is in living
suckling throughout
was I her oozing energies
she stood for me
I made her a Child
and she mothered me
and I stood
with my babe
My mother inside me....

Submitted: Wednesday, April 22, 2009

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (6/11/2009 1:50:00 AM)

    Motherless day an sad memory.... very good description. It is our emotional attachment. very god write..10

    rad mine O.mother, papado u know and papa you too? .. (Report) Reply

  • Lee Crowell (5/1/2009 2:18:00 PM)

    Lalitha I personally relate to this poem because I have been motherless since I was seven years old. You have woven a great tribute to all mothers with the beauty of simplistic, honest and innocent images. (Report) Reply

  • Wojja Fink (4/22/2009 5:46:00 AM)

    love of Mother
    like no other
    make peace in war
    of sister brother
    brings moons rainbows joy galore
    and rememebered ever more, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , beautiful poem.... (Report) Reply

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