My Mother
Mother, mother, most beloved mother!
Oh, my heart's dearest mother!
Will there ever be another
One to replace you in one way or the other?
To dwell on you, even a little,
Makes my heart so very brittle;
Emotions gush and flood the mind,
The sluice of eyes, let the waters behind.
Such a splendid mother!
Such a wonderful mother!
A mother so lovely, neat,
A mother so honey sweet,
Is but hard to find,
As she is of a rare kind.
She'd shower love and affection,
But was a strict disciplinarian!
My darling mother was begotten
After a long penance, certain
Of my grand-parents'devotion,
And Lord Eshwara's benediction.
She was christened after Goddess Parvathi,
But being the apple of the eye,
She was aptly named 'Kannammal'
And was called 'Kannu'by all.
Though not complete in schooling,
She tread through life ever learning;
She'd nicely cook, read a book and sew;
And she was adept at many chores too!
At nineteen—a maiden, charming and coy,
She entered my father's house with joy;
But lo! There at the city of Secunderabad,
Her experience with her in-laws was sad!
Then one after one, like an acorn,
The four of us were born;
Three sweet girls and a bonny boy-
Her dancing dolls of endless joy.
My mother bubbled with happiness,
And was a milk of kindness;
She was service personified,
And a spirit of duty deified.
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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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