My Mother's Day Rose

So Blessed I am.... to be YOUR Daughter!

My Mother: Icon of Tough LOVE!

Dhuva, My dear... Wake up!

I sprung up from my bed. It's my birthday! I know the rare instances when mummy calls "my dear!" She was beaming with smile. "Many... many... Happy returns of THE day! Happy Birthday!"

"Thank YOU, mummy" I replied happily, thinking of all the good things coming my way that whole day, including, NO spanking!

She was stretching out her hand helping me to get out of bed. She looked like an angel , especially adorned with that pretty pearly smile of hers. Everything about her is so perfect, I often wondered how in the world I deserved to have such a pretty mom. She's not just pretty, but intelligent and extremely strict.

"Come on now, get your bath. There... your new dress and ballerina shoes are waiting for you!" She said pointing to the pink lace dress with lots of frills and the matching shoes with a cute little bow that I liked. "You'll have to take the chocolate box to the principal, today" she said as she was rubbing the soap on me. "Walk straight, no stooping and answer briskly if she asks you any questions." She went on and poured buckets of water. Then came the part I liked. She put her palm on my head while pouring the water and said "Choam, choam, choam" which meant good health! She wrapped the towel around me and said "let me go and get the baby powder and Eau De Cologne while you wipe your self dry."

Holding on to my towel I turned to look in the mirror. " My Goodness, who is this?" I almost screamed looking at this unfamiliar face in the mirror. A strange face with a completely shaved head looked back at me, equally surprised. I made faces, and it made faces back at me. I ran my hand over my head, it was barely prickly.

"Oh, God! I remembered crying all evening, the previous day. I had begged Mummy "Could you wait until after my birthday..., please?" "No!" She said sternly, her face turning red "I can't bear to think of you carrying a single lice on your head." She had found a lice looking to nest in my hair and that was it! "A clean shave" she ordered and I felt like a sacrificial lamb at the barber shop.

I worried how I was going to face not even just my class, but almost the whole school, because it's my birthday and I'd have to take chocolate to all the teachers, most of whom I called aunty. On top of it I would have to take chocolate to the principal too. I knew she liked me because I get hundred marks in almost all subjects and always came first in my whole grade. But, looking bald is entirely another matter! Deep in my thoughts, I hadn't even realized that mummy had already doused me with baby talc and Eau De Cologne.

I came out of the bathroom. There... mummy was standing with the most beautiful hat that I have ever seen, with lots of lace and pink roses. " Here you go..." she said adjusting the hat on my head. She took a few steps back "Perfect, that will do it!" she said with a glint in her eyes, admiring this ugly duckling!

Oh, I miss her very much!

I am my mother's daughter,

Copyright©2011VeerajaR

What Love IS?

Would I have known

What love is -- If

My Mother hadn't held

Me, Close to her Heart?

I am my mother's daughter,

Copyright (C)2011 VeerajaR

Google Transliteration: To Mummy...on Mother's Day 2011

அம்மா என்று நான் அலைக்கவில்லை...
மம்மியாய் என்னில் நிலைத்துவிட்டாய்.


என் தாய் நீ தெய்வமானாய்
எட்டாத தொலைக்கு ஏன்


நீ சென்றுவிட்டாய்!





என் அம்மாவுக்கு,
என்-தாய்மகள், வீரஜாR


P.S._ Google transliteration is a google apps where you select the language of choice, but type in English as if you are speaking in that chosen language. The words are then converted to letters of that language you chose and means exacly what you spoke. Cool... because, second third generation often do not know how to write, but can speak their ancestral language.

http://www.google.com/transliterate/
I am my mother's daughter,
VeerajaR

Haiku Garland in Devine Mercy!

To those who ask-
Where' my Smiles from...:
See my mom first!


Face, I saw first--
Beheld angelic beauty
Devine Mercy lit!


Bless her forever--
Given a great mom
In Devine Mercy!

Poetry by my mother's daughter--VeerajaR
Copyright©2011 VeerajaR. All Rights Reserved!

I miss YOU... Mummy!!!
Eternal Rest Grant Unto Her my LORD
And let the Perpetual Light Shine Upon Her!

Horlicks for Grandma!

Horlicks, made in Sri Lanka! It is even exported to USA, etc.

I wish they had it 30 some years back when my Grandma kept asking for Horlicks!

My-mother's daughter,

VeerajaR

Angelic Endurance

God has blessed us...

Choosing the most daring

Among beautiful angels

Dedicating her

To be our mother.

Despite her angelic beauty,

Eminence and intelligence

She suffered greatly

And endured undue

Pain with humility.

But "all that IS...

God's will and plan,

Through which

I was to bring forth...

The blessings that

You are... my children"

Said my mother!

Bless her soul,

O' Lord, my GOD!

For she's a genuine

Angel of yours!

I am My mother's Daughter

Poetry: Copyright©2010 VeerajaR

Mummy, Where Are You?

Mother, Oh Mother, Where Are You?

Mother, oh mother…Mummy my dear,
Will you not ….
Show me where you are?
Mother, oh mother…Mummy my dear,
Will you not...
Come back to me?

Mother, oh mother…Mummy my dear,
Will I not be….
Lost without you?
Mother, oh mother…Mummy my dear,
Will I not be….
Wounded without you?

Mother, oh mother…Mummy my dear,
Will I not…
Wither without You?
Mother, oh mother…Mummy my dear,
Will you not ….
Show me where you are?

-Poetry Dedicated By VeerajaR