Mother’s last diary noting

Mother’s last diary  noting

By

P.R.Ramachander

(Based on a  whatsapp message in tamil)

The  golden son  whom I fondled

Lifting him over  my head ,

Has grown up above my head

I have one fear , Will he some day,

Say  “Do not interfere in my affairs.”

Oh son  , never  ever   say that.

As soon as  I hear it I will die

When you were  a baby,

You used  to ask me  silly questions,

And I  with a smile , used to always reply.

When I become old  , I may ask you,

Silly   questions like  a baby,

Never ever  shout”shut up”

My mouth may  not open after  that.

When you were  baby, you used to drop,

All  the food you  take  , here and there,

With a smile, I used   to pick  them up,

In my old age, due to hands that shiver,

If I drop  the food, Do not  shout at me,

Afterwards  I may  not take  any food at all.

When you were a baby , always  my  Saris,

Used to smell of your urine,

I used to feel it was the scent of Arabia,

And in old age  , unable  to control,

If  I spill  some times  urine  here  and there,

Do not shout at me , to be carefull,

And say  this smell   will go away only  when you die,

For afterwards, I may never ever open my eyes and die

I should die, when  I have capacity  to walk,

To the   cremation  ground  myself,

Please  son, please  do not put me in an old age home,

There were days  , when I used  to starve  and feed you food,

There were days when I never slept , so that  I can look after you,

And you  have  grown up this big drinking my milk  that was my blood,

At this time  of my life  , all that I want ,

Is to close  my eyes surrounded  by you all,

Please, please my son, fulfill my this last wish”

I am writing all this, not because of the wish,

That you will understand me   and shed a tear ,

On reading all this , but  with a wish,

That no mother  will ever have to write like this.