My little boy Chris was all “excited” this morning after reading the newspaper on the “Plot to blow up Planes”.
“I told you not to go to London. If you have gone, I would be searching for you in London airport. I would be crying my heart out now.” Chris pointed to the picture of the chaotic airport scenes in the newspaper.
Yes, some of my Girls’ Brigade friends are in England for the international conference. It took me a lot of struggling and wrestling to finally decide to call off the trip. Much decision was made due to Chris’ pleadings and tears.
“You also miss your mummy.” That was the statement Chris made one day.
This seems to be the season that I miss my mother very much. It’s not the birthday or anniversary seasons, but feelings and tears seem all ready. So, few nights ago, I penned some thoughts with tears. Here are the words, but with much help from a dear friend, Joe who is gifted with words -
I know you’ve found a place,
much better than where,
we lived as family in warm embrace -
so why is my heart still bleeding to care?
I know you’ve found new friends there,
whose company you gladly share,
like those days when we stood for each other -
so why do I still yearn for you hither?
I know happy memories should suffice,
and I’ve them aplenty,
of moments you touched me deeply -
so why for more do I still crave and insist?
I know you lived a good life of seventy-three,
as a mother and teacher you nurtured me,
you were my clutch to trudge over difficulties -
so am I selfish to wish you live seventy-four or more?
I know you still love me – deep and tender,
but deeper and tenderer is my love for you, my mother,
I wish I had said it many times over when I should -
tell me mother, it’s not too late – show me how I could.
