When you came into the world, she
held you in her arms,
You thanked her by wailing like a
banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed
you and bathed you,
You thanked her by crying all
night long.
When you were 2 years old, she
taught you to walk,
You thanked her by running away
when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she
made all your meals with love,
You thanked her by tossing your
plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she
gave you some crayons,
You thanked her by coloring the dining
room table.
When you were 5 years old, she
dressed you for the holidays,
You thanked her by plopping into
the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to
school,
You thanked her by screaming “I
am not going”.
When you were 7 years old, she
bought you a baseball,
You thanked her by throwing it
through the next door neighbor’s window.
When you were 8 years old, she
handed you an ice cream,
You thanked her by dripping it
all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she
paid for piano lessons,
You thanked her by never even
bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she
drove you all day from soccer to gymnastics, to one birthday party after
another,
You thanked her by jumping out of
the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she
took you and your friends to the movie,
You thanked her by asking to sit
in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she
warned you not to watch TV shows,
You thanked her by waiting until
she left the house.
Those Teenage Years
When you were 13 years old, she
suggested a haircut that was becoming,
You thanked her by telling her
she had no taste.
When you were 14 years old, she
paid for a month away at summer camp,
You thanked her by forgetting to
write a single letter.
When you were 15 years old, she
came home from work, looking for a hug,
You thanked her by having your
bedroom door locked.
When you were 16 years old, she taught
you how to drive her car,
You thanked her by taking it
every chance you could.
When you were 17 years old, she was
expecting an important call,
You thanked her by being on the
phone all night.
When you were 18 years old, she
cried at your high school and graduation,
You thanked her by staying out
partying until down.
Growing Old and Gray
When you were 19 years old, she
paid for your college tution, drove you to campus, carried your bags,
You thanked her by saying good –
bye outside the Dom so wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20 years old, she
asked whether you were seeing anyone,
You thanked her by saying, “It’s
none of your business”.
When you were 21 years old, she
suggested certain careers for your future,
You thanked her by saying, “I
don’t want to be like you.”
When you were 22 years old, she
hugged you at your college graduation,
You thanked her by asking whether
she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23 years old, she
gave you furniture for your first apartment,
You thanked her by telling your
friends it was ugly.
When you were 24 years old, she
met your fiancée and asked about your plans for the future,
You thanked her by glaring and
growling “Moth…ther….please!!!!”
When you were 25 years old, she
helped to pay for your wedding and she cried and told you how deeply she loved
you,
You thanked her by moving halfway
across the country.
When you were 30 years old, she
called with some advice on the baby,
You thanked her by telling her,
“Things are different now”.
When you were 40 years old, she
called to remind you of a relative’s birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were,
“really busy right now”.
When you were 50 years old, she
fell ill and needed you to take care of her,
You thanked her by reading about
the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day she quietly died.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder.
There’s no substitute for her.
Cherish every single moment with your mom.
Though at times she may not be
the best of friends, may not agree to our thoughts, she is still you mother.
She will be there for you….to
listen to your woes, your bragging, your frustrations etc.
Ask yourself………..have you put
aside enough time for her, to listen to her , “blues” of working in the kitchen,
her tiredness?????
Be tactful, loving and still show
her respect though you may have a different view from hers.
Once gone, only fond of memories
of the past and also regrets will be left.
Don’t take for granted the things
closet to your heart.
Love her more than you love
yourself.
Live is meaningless without her.
I LOVE YOU MAA.
I read this poem somewhere felt life sharing with everyone.
