A Motherless Day Poem by lalitha iyer

A Motherless Day

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Today
motherless
I wonder
what I missed..
the way she fed
balls and balls of rice
with ghee and dhal
the smell of mother
her Jasmine flower
the grace of her voice
her cheering moods
the way she played
with my silly toys
just enjoyed
with my age
a child she was
when I was
an adult she grew
up with me
she opened the sky
and showed me the stars
filled my nights
with fullness of moons
she preserved to me
the poem of life
the love of living
faith in healing
with delicate things
she was a wonder
for her weapons were modest
smiling in sadness
teaching life is in living
suckling throughout
was I her oozing energies
she stood for me
I made her a Child
and she mothered me
and I stood
with my babe
My mother inside me....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Wojja Fink 22 April 2009

love of Mother like no other make peace in war of sister brother brings moons rainbows joy galore and rememebered ever more, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , beautiful poem....

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Vidyadhar Durgekar 22 April 2009

Motherhood aptly described.good poem my 10

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~ Jon London ~ 24 April 2009

Your heart's loss can be felt through this beautiful tender piece 10+

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Delicate Heart 30 April 2009

nice piece you become ome lost whilst reading it, written eloquently....10+

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Uma Ram 13 May 2015

Awesome mam, the deep pain oozes out through the words...nicely written. thank you mam.

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Motherless day an sad memory.... very good description. It is our emotional attachment. very god write..10 rad mine O.mother, papado u know and papa you too? ..

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Eyan Desir 15 May 2009

Loved your flow good write

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Indira Renganathan 04 May 2009

An excellent portrayal of mother's affection...words can not fill her absence though...a wonderful poem

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Lee Crowell 01 May 2009

Lalitha I personally relate to this poem because I have been motherless since I was seven years old. You have woven a great tribute to all mothers with the beauty of simplistic, honest and innocent images.

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