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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=405893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Oh, mom please</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was so much attached to my mother<br>She was kind and no one can be like her<br>All mothers may be same as to be called<br>I miss her all the time when recalled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What to speak and what to miss<br>She will touch the hand and kiss<br>She will hold the body and embrace<br>I could see tears on her face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That she will feel enough of joy when we are near<br>Our safety was her concern and she had unknown fear<br>She would not tell it in open but disclose sometimes<br>I used to stare at her in disbelief and see wet eye with tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seen her very closely and observed some good aspects<br>I have realized how mothers have been always commanding and had great respect<br>She would not let things pass easily until we told the truth <br>She would not forces on us for asking any proof</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I may sit in her lap and find whole world<br>She was mild but aggressive and cold<br>She would blow wild in no time<br>And come down too any time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would gaze her in eyes and it will comfort<br>Being child I had association and good rapport<br>She would move her fingers in my hair<br>I would feel gentle breeze from the air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mom, tell me how you brought me in this world? <br>How were dad and you tied in not and got in fold? <br>She would smiling say nothing and hide the face<br>I would again stare at her face and wait for reply in case</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mom was happy all the time in our company<br>Our family comprised of not so many<br>We were few in numbers and enjoyed too much<br>But she was quite different as such</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She would call all of us to sit before her<br>She will instill confidence and advise us not to bother<br>“So long she is there” we need not feel insecure<br>She would say often to make us very sure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would touch her nerve to no more <br>I will try to know and explore<br>About our ancestors and grandmother<br>She would feel bitterness at reference of others</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I was not preferred only for marriage”<br>Your dad was black and I had to manage<br>Grandma was too reserve to accept the fact<br>She thought We had committed a sinful act</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She did not bless us till the last<br>She remained with her views very steadfast<br>She was obsessed with creed, color and cast <br>She saw so much hatred in contrast</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought for a while and left her alone<br>It devastated me as if hit by cyclone<br>Some of the silly things shatter our life<br>Mother had tolerated enough as wife</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hasmukh+Amathalal">Hasmukh Amathalal</a><div class=q>
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She was kind and no one can be like her
All mothers may be same as to be called
I miss her all the time when recalled

What to speak and what to miss
She will touch the hand and kiss
She will hold the body and e..."></div>
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