I WANT TO TELL YOU
I always wanted to tell you,
Something I never told you,
Years have gone by,
And now at last the time is high.
You never expected it from me,
Never did anything with motive,
All you gave was with free will,
And in abundance did fulfill.
You held my hand to cross the road,
Carried my bag with books and all,
Led me in sun and snow and rain,
And waited on me without restrain.
At least then I should have told you,
But I did not for I didn’t know,
You were taken for granted every minute,
You gave yourself every bit by bit.
You sat with me to teach my work,
Bathed and dressed and plaited my hair,
Shone my shoes and darned my socks,
Covered my books and packed my box.
You smiled, spoke and never felt tired,
Never was bored with all my friends,
You planned my days and set the table,
For me to study the achievable.
You sat by me when I was down,
With raging fever on my brow,
You nursed with prayer full of love,
And invoked His graces from above.
At least then I should have told you,
But I did not for I didn’t know,
You were taken for granted every minute,
And you never did anything for accredit.
You rejoiced my triumphs with delight,
And all my success celebrated,
Yet all my pains were always yours,
With tender care for you to nurse.
You were a candle lit to light,
I saw the light and grew in years,
Full and wholesome glowing balance,
Wisdom grown with nurtured sense.
My focus was only on your light,
That guided me to walk my way,
The light that lit my darkest days,
Was the one that was full of grace.
At least then I should have told you,
But I did not for I didn’t know,
You were taken for granted every minute,
Like the candle you melted bit by bit.
My youthful time dotted with victory,
Added worry on your aging brow,
Till with joy you searched my shield,
All the happiness for me to wield.
When my wings were stronger to fly,
Your limbs were weak with wilting strength
You took to bed without grievance,
And yet you shared my problems dense.
Now my child I care like you cared,
Time is timeless for all the love,
My hands are like the clock that ticks,
Giving and tending laying the basics.
At least then I should have told you,
But I did not for I didn’t know,
You were taken for granted every minute,
And your love was like the codes unwrit.
Now I know what you used to feel,
Your concerns, distress, disquiet worries,
I know the meanings of your tears,
And all your known and hidden fears.
Your anxious waiting unsaid words,
Your restless pacing in and out,
Your prayers counting on the beads,
For the safety of my worldly needs.
I know the meaning of selflessness,
The sleepless nights for aches and joys,
And all the sacrifices small and big,
Unnoticed, fulfilling without renege.
You are no more in this world, my mother,
But all your memories are with me,
Your words follow with your light,
Though you have gone away from sight.
Disembodied, yet you live with me,
In your virtues strong and astutely,
How sweet you were in words and deeds,
So simple and modest in intercedes.
Even once I never told you this,
How pretty you looked with nothing amiss.
At least now I want to tell you this,
That I love you mother my dear mother,
I always loved you and I ever will do,
Wholeheartedly total and true.
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