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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, mother, most beloved mother! <br>Oh, my heart's dearest mother! <br>Will there ever be another<br>One to replace you in one way or the other? <br> <br>To dwell on you, even a little, <br>Makes my heart so very brittle; <br>Emotions gush and flood the mind, <br>The sluice of eyes, let the waters behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a splendid mother! <br>Such a wonderful mother! <br>A mother so lovely, neat, <br>A mother so honey sweet, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is but hard to find, <br>As she is of a rare kind.<br>She'd shower love and affection, <br>But was a strict disciplinarian! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My darling mother was begotten<br>After a long penance, certain<br>Of my grand-parents'devotion, <br>And Lord Eshwara's benediction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was christened after Goddess Parvathi, <br>But being the apple of the eye, <br>She was aptly named 'Kannammal'<br>And was called 'Kannu'by all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though not complete in schooling, <br>She tread through life ever learning; <br>She'd nicely cook, read a book and sew; <br>And she was adept at many chores too! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At nineteen—a maiden, charming and coy, <br>She entered my father's house with joy; <br>But lo! There at the city of Secunderabad, <br>Her experience with her in-laws was sad! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then one after one, like an acorn, <br>The four of us were born; <br>Three sweet girls and a bonny boy-<br>Her dancing dolls of endless joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother bubbled with happiness, <br>And was a milk of kindness; <br>She was service personified, <br>And a spirit of duty deified.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She taught us serene cleanliness, <br>And said it was next to Godliness; <br>Education to our raw minds, she did fetch, <br>And culture to carve in us, she did etch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She cared for us proudly swell, <br>And she reared us extremely well; <br>She egged us on to truth and obedience, <br>And urged us to tread the path of perseverance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother was a devout devotee, <br>Of Lord Shiva and his consort Parvathi; <br>She performed sacred poojas daily, <br>And would not eat before did her deity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With father constantly shored<br>At the office of the Cantonment Board, <br>She was the captain to surely steer, <br>  The ship of home to waters clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She proved to be an affectionate sister above<br>Her dear brothers and sisters in love; <br>To each one of them she was wonderful, <br>For she arranged their marriages, heartful! .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was a true friend, in need<br>To ‘Mami'of Marredpalli indeed, <br>Both of them were ever so close<br>For one without the other was so morose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One by one, with blissful marriage intent, <br>We were off to our homes in places distant; <br>Yet our lovely bondage was ever intact, <br>For the love was abiding in its impact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close on heels—one after another, <br>Grand children were born to mother; <br>It was her lot ne'er to herself bother, <br>For at thirty-eight she was a proud grandmother! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Aachi! ' ‘Aachi! 'With affection they'd call, <br>And she to them was their first pal; <br>To each one of the ten of them, <br>She was sure a pure love gem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy days bounced there for mother, <br>At sister's house in ‘Sanjeeva Reddy Nagar'; <br>With a fond family around her, so dear, <br>Interspersed with visits of people from far and near.<br>  Lo! A dark cloud of head-ache, true, <br>Then descended on her sky of blue; <br>With throbbing pain, she suffered much, <br>Many a doctor offering little relief, as such.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! It was not to be a passing cloud, <br>For the mantle of death did her shroud<br>In the small hours of a day-too soon—<br>In 1976-to be exact-on the fifteenth of June.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though stepping into the youth of age, <br>Providence tore from His Book, her life's page; <br>All that was love and kind; good and glory, <br>Was pitted to dust and transformed to a story! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mummy! Oh Mummy! Dear, my dear! <br>Your corporal frame has flown from here, <br>Your soul to rise to the Great Spirit above, <br>In harmony to mingle with Divine Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We, your darling children below, <br>Your foot-steps, we ardently strive to follow, <br>And pray to the Great Power Merciful<br>To rest your good soul in peace bountiful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chandra+Thiagarajan">Chandra Thiagarajan</a><div class=q>
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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, 
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