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.
