<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350551" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An event to recall on Mother's Day - That mother is no one other than me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer evening<br>Sun still harsh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me, then fourteen<br>My mother's younger sister<br>Came forward to tell<br>A story about a mother</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mumbai, then Bombay<br>Highrise residential quarters<br>Fourth floor<br>Big Hall<br>Two big bed rooms<br>Two baths<br>Big kitchen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grill-less windows<br>Free flow of air<br>Lot natural light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mother in the kitchen<br>Preparing food<br>For her husband<br>And their three sons</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The youngest about two years old<br>Left on the kitchen table<br>Mother being busy around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child not seen now<br>Mother realised just then<br>Would have slipped<br>Across the open window</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was right<br>The child has fallen<br>But on the sun shade<br>About four feet below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her two year old son<br>On an open sun shade<br>Not less than forty feet<br>Above the ground level</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No time to lose<br>No time waiting for help<br>From outside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother too slowly<br>Slipped about four feet onto the<br>Just two feet wide sun shade<br>Picked up the child<br>Put him onto the kitchen work table<br>Managed to climb back to her kitchen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was thrilled<br>I was to ask a number of questions<br>One important being<br>Is the mother is so courageous</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My aunt finished telling<br>That mother is no one other than me<br>And that son is no one other than<br>My third son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both that mother and son<br>Are safe, living and active</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bashyam+Narayanan">Bashyam Narayanan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350551" data-title="An event to recall on Mother's Day - That mother is no one other than me de Bashyam Narayanan" data-description="Summer evening Sun still harsh Me, then fourteen My mother's younger sister Came forward to tell A story about a mother Mumbai, then Bombay Highrise residential quarters Fourth floor Big Hall Two big bed rooms Two baths Big kitchen Grill-less w..."></div> </div> </div>

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