Amma, Ma, Mammie,Mummy or Mom ?

God’s creation was in full swing when  came the turn of mothers. He made her completely adjustable with all parts replaceable to be in good  running condition till her end surviving on next to nothing or leftovers and blessing her with a wide smile to comfort her progeny, a broad  lap to hoist them during growing years, with no sense of time but  in all probability adjusting/ble to jungle laws. Always ready with a kiss as a panacea for all ills. Blessed with keen eyes to know what is going on behind closed doors, to see in them what others don’t and to see and forgive mistakes. When the call comes asking she dips into her begging bowl without hesitation till only roots remain. A life wasted foolishly  in modern jargon .Aches and pains were a part of life with auto healing when sick.

 Sadly no one  knows what she liked/disliked. These young’uns grew into full blown trees and in the name of modernity forget roots  and the most humble  values of life instilled  which would stand by  in their test of life.

Surely, you have absolutely no idea to what fathoms she can reach. She can think and reason and bring one up as no one else can. The sagging skin and the wrinkles remind her that old age has set in. A woman here and there thinks foolishly of the son in a fleeting moment, but the son has cast eyes on Eve forgetting what would have been devoid of  the love given in raising  him up.

An unborn child hears and feels the pain in its mother’s womb and will surely be affected by it.

I didn’t do anything at all. I am leading my life .Just come to think of how many hearts I have pained, and stunted the growth of an unborn child in the name of modernity.  

Children leave homes for better prospectus with new found partners. It seemed a cruel dream of happy families and laughter around.

Suddenly a tear rolls down her cheeks. It may be an expression of joy, sorrow, disappointment, pain, loneliness, grief, and pride. What it will bring no one knows.

O foolish progeny mend before it is too late as nothing goes unnoticed in this big wide world. Don’t call upon the wrath of god’s which you can’t escape for you will be razed to ashes.Remember as what is there in you is a part of me .

Break your shackles, drift away but the passage of time will tame and turn u around to  confirm.Liberation is just a matter for the foolish  youth.

What difference will  it make whether I am

Amma, Ma, Mammie,Mummy or Mom for you and me with the passage of time?