Oh! mom please

I was so much attached to my mother She was kind and no one can be like her All mothers may be same as to be called I miss her all the time when recalled What to speak and what to miss She will touch the hand and kiss She will hold the body and embrace I could see tears on her face That she will feel enough of joy when we are near Our safety was her concern and she had unknown fear She would not tell it in open but disclose sometimes I used to stare at her in disbelief and see wet eye with tears I have seen her very closely and observed some good aspects I have realized how mothers have been always commanding and had great respect She would not let things pass easily until we told the truth She would not forces on us for asking any proof I may sit in her lap and find whole world She was mild but aggressive and cold She would blow wild in no time And come down too any time I would gaze her in eyes and it will comfort Being child I had association and good rapport She would move her fingers in my hair I would feel gentle breeze from the air Mom, tell me how you brought me in this world? How were dad and you tied in not and got in fold? She would smiling say nothing and hide the face I would again stare at her face and wait for reply in case Mom was happy all the time in our company Our family comprised of not so many We were few in numbers and enjoyed too much But she was quite different as such She would call all of us to sit before her She will instill confidence and advise us not to bother “So long she is there” we need not feel insecure She would say often to make us very sure I would touch her nerve to no more I will try to know and explore About our ancestors and grandmother She would feel bitterness at reference of others “I was not preferred only for marriage” Your dad was black and I had to manage Grandma was too reserve to accept the fact She thought We had committed a sinful act She did not bless us till the last She remained with her views very steadfast She was obsessed with creed, color and cast She saw so much hatred in contrast I thought for a while and left her alone It devastated me as if hit by cyclone Some of the silly things shatter our life Mother had tolerated enough as wife