My mother is a symbol of love and strength for me. She is always laughing and sharing it with others. she is a little freak at times and i love her for that. i am glad that i inherited some of it. I love you Ama.


My Mothers Graceful Grey

As she lay down on her bed
So clam and peaceful
Eyes closed and smile on her lips
I wonder,
She must be having a sweet dream

I look at her face
Oh! So many wrinkles, blackheads
And her hair has lost its color
So grey yet so pure
I remember the last time I oiled it
My mother's graceful grey

She oils it with coconut and jasmine oil
And the whole house rejoice the aroma
When I cut my hair
She complains, she never did that
She says, "Long hair is a symbol of woman's beauty"

I try to pluck one grey hair
And she scolds me
Don't touch it
"These are my memories
I don't know how to write journal
These grey hairs are the symbols of my past", says she
Her childhood sweetness
Adolescent fantasies
Adult Love
Motherhood struggles
Our achievements and her happiness
She stores all of them in her hair
She oils it with coconut and jasmine oil
And the whole space rejoice the aroma
Whenever she goes

She lay down on her bed
Spreading her strong, proud and silent
Graceful grey





Poetry by uma
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Written on 2007-09-04 at 06:00

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is beautiful and tender - just what memories and love should be about

Elle x
2007-09-04


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
the moment shared comes through very tender for me... a loving and lovely poem... :f xx
2007-09-04


Zoya Zaidi
What a lovely tribute to your Amma, dear Uma!
((Hugs))
Love, Zoya
2007-09-04