I do not know how much my mother
loved me,
These are the sweet memory I have,
like jewel in the heart.
My mother does not ask me anything in that
regard now
Gone are those days of mine golden
age.
That was the practical love of God
in and through my mother.
Love, care, concern and what not.
She did not go to school.
But she was to me brilliant,
smart, wise confronted and convince the reality.
I do not know how to salute her
courage and bravery.
She very often used the sword of
suffering, sorrow and mourning
To ensure my growth in the aspect
of food, shelter and clothing.
In the alter of my life-I recall
how she sacrifice for me her life.
Like candle bit by bit she melted
for me to give light.
Tears of heart is not enough
But to be with her, talk to her,
accompany her
Presence is more then gold and
silver.
Lord As you have blessed me.
Please do continue.
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