she welcomes me with a warm embrace,
and a big clear smile on her face,
a sumptuous meal follows
and with each mouthful, the comfort grows.
after an hour's simple conversation
you know there's a rare connection.
Funny, how mothers all around the world are the same; capable of
such open, unconditional love.
(PS: The lady in the poem is Soumya's mother)
Monday, April 07, 2008
on mothers
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