My Beloved Mother

My mother’s still alive in her letters, All written by herself by her own hand, Until in old age ripe, by will-power, Displaying magic to the reader’s heart! Fountain of knowledge and wisdom, she was; Writing at will so splendidly always; Her memories remained elephantine; She was a source of advice to others. ‘Wherefrom she got her matter, ’ no one knew! She had a way with her vocabulary; Sometimes, she wrote poetic stanzas too; Her grammar was impeccable always. My mother’s still alive in her letters, Speaking to me, most lovingly, her son; She remembered all birthday dates somehow; She had Holy Masses said for children! She lost her father when she was aged two; She craved for daddy’s love from all around; She kept her mental balance by praying, reciting rosaries quite frequently. The bud blossomed into a flower and seed! She slogged in silence spreading love to all; A girl in all her roles is rare a find; She was an exemplary woman, fine! She quoted poems by famous poets; She quoted sayings by some great persons; Her letters tell great truths in subtle ways; Oh, what a wonderful person, mom was! We miss our loving mom in many ways; She was a source of perennial strength; Her loss remains a void that can’t be filled; My mother’s still alive in her letters. Fondly written in dedication to my most loving mom (Late) Mrs. Stella Thangamarie Antoniswami, Old Chungam, CBE