Time passes by like the flickering pages of a picture book which my grand-daughter is reading! Today is midweek and coming Sunday we will be celebrating Mother’s Day.
Each year, during this week, I always recollect very fondly what my mother has done for me. She died at the age of 85. It was so many years ago but still it seems like yesterday!
I do not want to bore you and boast about my mother. I think you’ll be overwhelmed by the many stories in the media, radio, newspapers and television. In my quiet moment last night, I wrote the following in remembrance of my mother. Here it is:
Fountain of Love;
Overflowing continuously without stopping,
From one generation to another;
Her child never grows old,
Though he becomes father of another;
Mothering him and his off-springs,
With meticulous loving care,
Borderless and limitless,
Her Love engulfs;