A mother of another kind mea culpa, I have forgotten the smile, the touch and the kiss that made my world go round instead my heart is etched with many sudden memories seared by despair and agony a soul ripped in two. That a time will come when I will hold you close to me again, that we will go for a walk hand in hand on a bright summer day like today. That on such a day you may be wearing a straw hat with a satin ribbon flapping in the wind That you may stop to pick a wild flower and say "For you, Ma."
Such is the soft dream stuff - my "prana" my will to live. Should a thrifty fairy to grant me two wishes instead of three – I would ask to live my days to the last To see you ever joyful and serene. And on a dark winter night, I should be alone!
I be able to reach you - rest in the warmth of your home and heart. But, I will not cry nor be sad this summer day when the flowers give their best, and the grass is greener by far than hope new born. I will instead send out a prayer to Him who has counted all my heartbeats unto now and knows how many more I have left. I will ask him to hear me and one little angel playing in the courtyard of my childhood home - hear our dreams of togetherness. I will ask him to save the debt of my "Karma" for another life and give me this one to just be a mother of the real kind.