for those whose mothers are no more the annual business hype of what to give and where to take your mother is but a sad remembrance of loss stirring up memories of happier times when she was still a pillar in your universe loved and revered, and sometimes feared, who taught you, patiently or not, the basics of survival in your expanding world.
She knew, while you were as yet unaware that all her loving preparations would over time mean separation.
When you struck out to shape your life all by yourself and left her with her fears for you, her wishes, and the hopes that what she tried to give you was enough and right, your heart and mind were elsewhere, far away, focused upon the future of your independent life.
Your years run fast and busy, and suddenly one day you stand before her coffin and discover that it is too late for all the questions never asked.
What you have left are memories and a vague sense of having missed the chance to see - and maybe even understand a little - the woman she has also been throughout her life, behind her loving face of a dear mother’s care and grace.
The upcoming Mother’s Day triggered these lines and made me remember the time when my mother was alive.