Kasthuri Mambazham

Our mom four score and going strong,
Is the epitome for giving,
Schooled no more than ten,
Ensured our basics strong,
Catering four on shoestring budget,
Managed steady thirty days between,
Would put any finance MBA to shame.

Never had surplus,never complained,
Took things as they came,
Intelligent quotient very high,
Evenly matched with wisdom high,
Stands tall though height no more than five,

Is a pillar of strength to behold.

Crisp with starch, neatly ironed and draped,

Would make anyone squirm  with shame,

Bottles standing neat in rows,

Stacked, clean, shining vessels, 

Kitchen is always a pretty sight,

Better still the dining table, 

Spread with all her culinary skills.

Every single thing has a place of it's own,

Never ever to find a displaced thing,

Is the place called our home.

Blessed with the same twenty four hours,

Optimum use without any trouble,

Staying alone skips no chores, 

Yet very methodical  to the core.  

As time goes by  one mellows with years,

Age is a number just  in the head,

Not the count of  bygone years, 

Living  life well is worth so much,

Enough to be an example for us.

A thousand pleasant thoughts,

Overshadowing unpleasant ones,

So much to say so little said,

Ink and paper will not suffice.

Dignified ,composed with words of wisdom,

Soothes all doubts and fears away,

Instilling  confidence as always,

And to squarely face adversity if it comes in the way.

Words can't express our gratitude,

To our mother whom we love so dear.