Ode to my Mother

Oh my darling mother

As I lovingly call you Mee

You are my heart and you are my soul,

No matter how much

you love to tease, chide and scold.

Your touch, soft as lilly petals

And em-brace like a hearth

Your cheeks are like such rosy plums

And body, a maiden birth.

You care for us in your own way

And shout like Mrs Meera Ghosh

There’s surely no one just like you

For all the love you bestow’d.

Mee, you’re always there

To read my eyes and lips.

No matter how much I hurt you

You’ve always given me a kiss.

Your cotton-soft body and silky-soft skin

Always provide a safe niche to sit in,

When life’s forlorn, rude and mean

you’ve always made everything be green.

Mamma,I understand that you have faced many hardships

And that life was very rude and wild

But one thing I can surely tell,

Is that, you are God’s most divine child!

You’ve taught me to be a real woman

For all the qualities you have imbued,

Be it keeping secrets or being the buttress of support,

Or just simply loving my man to my very core!

Your thoughtful way of packing lunch,

And also handing water

When we all leave for our sojourn

Makes me a very proud daughter!

Mee, in a few short days, I’ll be long gone

And so shall the daily meals and chinese checkers.

But I am sure, the memories will live life long

In the hearts of us trekkers!

When the winter was coldest cold

you’d warm our chilly hands

upon the glowing kitchen stove

lovingly, you’d make us stand.

I still remember how you served doi

in litle kissan bottles,

dressed us up to go to school,

Brother & sister in hand-knitted sweaters

so punctilious and beautiful.

Mid-day sun burns your skin

as you set off for your irksome tutions,

to fulfill my desires and endless fruitions

You Inspire me to pen this pean!

Mee you are an innocent soul

For you actually have a baby’s heart

Tumi to aamar Mattu aar Meerabai

ey amar maa’r aadorer shaar.

Oodles and Oodles and Oodles of

Love

Manu