Mother Poem by Amrit Rathi
Mother
Far down this memory lane of mine,
I see the young face of my mother:
radiant and smiling whenever I smiled;
painful when I cried as a very small child.
She would sit beside me all the while,
and tell me stories, sing many a rhymes,
help me with my homework day and night,
and if I didn’t do it, get angry at times.
Judiciously giving is the basis of love,
yet judiciously withholding can also be love.
If a pat on the back is obvious love,
a reprimand for one’s good is also love.
Holding my hand, she—in all of my moods—
throughout school days and childhood,
like an angel walked with me as my shadow.
How can she ever from my memory just go?
If you feel your love is a sacrifice- it’s shallow,
for love is spontaneous and naturally abounds.
Its pains, its tears are but as much the bliss
as mother's all laughter and smiles sound.
She’s the love that knows really no bounds:
deep like the sea at ninety-the advanced age;
anxious and ready, she is there to shield,
as still she thinks me of a child's age.
I remember my grandmother who was tougher,
and all were scared but not my mother.
She won her heart without a reaction ever,
and kept her cool, earning her favor.
We can win over others with the flowers
in our hearts: tender smiling, giving away joy.
A mother sparkles with the beauty of the flower
but love needs the intense will to employ.
O what a photogenic memory my mother has!
And she loves to be in touch with everyone,
taking her sunshine wherever she goes;
so for her passing the time's not a problem-it's fun!
Self-absorbed and gloomy as we mostly are,
our problems look much bigger than they are.
Merge with the world, its problems as she does:
you’ll learn to live; with joy your life will buzz.
Her lips on my cheek, still I feel like a child,
whispers in my ears, soft fingers on my neck;
and the hugging me in her arms at 61 I miss.
O how to pay your debt? What I can do for your sake?
For all that my mother did how I can forget!
She always extends herself in love for my sake.
If you ask where is really my mother’s abode?
My heart’s the one, and the other is next to God!
Let us mother our spouse: lend her an ear,
give her time, take all the troubles for her
instantly with no expectations, like a mother;
likewise let’s mother our parents and others.
Mother your job, your life, and the human spirit:
you’ll be a change, basking in her glory like this!
This is the message of love, and the one
of a mother you can always carry like a torch.
Life can be far different, glorious and gay,
like a mother, if only love you source.
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Her lips on my cheek still I feel like a child, And whispers in the ears, soft fingers on the neck, And hugging me in her arms, at 61 I miss, O how to pay your debt? What I can do for your sake? liked these lines so much. mother is personfied love. she is the symbol of God in our lives. you are setting a great example to all by adoring ur mother. God bless you Rathi
Love it! ! I wish my mom was like that! I wish I was that close to my mom....
Your ideas are wonderful as always. This poem also reminded me that love doesn't necessarily mean living without mistakes. Love is an action, and sometimes choices we make aren't always the best, even when we love. My mother was a woman who made lots of mistakes, yet I know that she loved me, and acted on that love. For me this poem reminds me that many of us may not know how to mother, and therefore do not know how to act out our love.
Mother, the BIGGEST & Larger than life women in our short life. The ulimate sincere loves just comes from their heart without conditions and onece they gone; emptiness keeps serrounding you and none can replace her. Mother comes in many type but the poet successfully describe the best type of mother with grace and passion. Since my own mother just gone, i really admit, this is the REAL poem about mother. Thanks.
It is a sin to forget the natural love of a Mother they took us from unknown to where we are, sometimes we were heavy but they were not tired on carrying our weight
That was long but meaningful. Mother is love and love is mother. A mother is always a mother, without a mother you're nothing. Lines are smooth flowing, no barriers, in fact I enjoyed the read. Applause to you.
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I would like to translate this poem
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Glorious poem, my friend. Mother, the anchor of hope that resides steadfast for family and child! Lovely write! ; D