To All the Mothers…

I have a mother, the most beautiful in the world.

Rose is her name, but without any thorns.

She is a character, like any other mother,

It is from her I learned to be compassionate and loving.

Once I was in her womb; a place safe and sound -

I wish I could be there again, not seeing the violence in the world.

It could be why I cried when I came out of the womb.

Sometime ago I left my mother and motherland.

It was to serve my mother Church.

Here, also, I got many more mothers -

They are all cute, holy and old!!!

I didn’t tell this to my mother, not to make her worry.

It is always a joy talking to my mother.

Hours of talk; but much left unsaid to talk again.

She still treats me like a little child,

Giving me homilies which I cannot reproduce in the church!

I get the gift of tongue listening to my mother in the mother tongue.

One time she talked for hours -

I was just like a kid in the candy store, not knowing what to do.

All I said was “hello” and “bye.”

That unfinished talk will continue

Just like most confessions - repeating the same words again and again.

But, there is joy in listening to her

I believe in showing my love while she is alive

Than sending some flowers once she is gone.

Everyone should have a loving mother
Even the Son of God was born of a woman.

Mother is a gift we've all had and she can be a mystery, too.

We accept the gift as it is and try to understand the mystery.

For those who love their mother, everyday is mother’s day.

But today we consciously say “Happy Mother’s Day!”

Embrace us again as you did when we were young;

Your gift of life is worth more than anything in the world.