Written by Rajeevan K Maruthumkal
Once I gave my mother a red shawl as a gift.
It was a cheap price shawl .
Probably I ‘ve seen my mother walk around with a shawl when it’s cold.
The mother was in old age very difficult to walk and sit.
My mother would tell many that, It was what my son had given me!
It was raining and cold gone but she did not give up her shawl .
I had to go and work for several months…
My mother cried in grief at my absence.
She looked at Shawl and cried,
She would take that shawl and keep it like a baby.
She carried it with her until she died.
Mothers long for our presence.
She sees us in every flower and plant in nature.
That is mothers minds,
She is born for us, she lives for us, she dies for us …
When she given us her energy, breath and life
What did we give her back?
Just a shawl!
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