Oct 2022
A mother's love,
Who can comprehend?
Only the ones above,
And below, bounds know no end;
Greater for the male child,
Her son, in whom she takes pride,
Whether he be gentle, or wild,
Always standing by his side;
Not nearly different,
Even for her daughter,
Praying off the malevolent,
Wishing her warmth and laughter;
So, when her joys abound,
And they must follow their hearts,
She remembers her eternal bond,
Almost resists, tearfully, as new life starts.
Who can comprehend?
Only the ones above,
And below, bounds know no end;
Greater for the male child,
Her son, in whom she takes pride,
Whether he be gentle, or wild,
Always standing by his side;
Not nearly different,
Even for her daughter,
Praying off the malevolent,
Wishing her warmth and laughter;
So, when her joys abound,
And they must follow their hearts,
She remembers her eternal bond,
Almost resists, tearfully, as new life starts.
When my mother came down with a stroke, about three years after the death of my father, I did not expect to be surprised because it was long time coming as her darling was no more there for the nightly long talks and meal sharing.
Being she was so emotional and was nowhere strong in that way, I worried, fearing the worst.
So, on the fifteenth of July twenty twenty-one, the apron strings severed permanently and my mother breathed her last in her sleep. We had a talk the previous afternoon over the phone and I told her not to worry over a domestic issue concerning a ward that was living with her.
She was seventy years old.
Being she was so emotional and was nowhere strong in that way, I worried, fearing the worst.
So, on the fifteenth of July twenty twenty-one, the apron strings severed permanently and my mother breathed her last in her sleep. We had a talk the previous afternoon over the phone and I told her not to worry over a domestic issue concerning a ward that was living with her.
She was seventy years old.
