My Salutations To Mothers Love: An Ode, by Manatita.
"The Heart, the Heart, the spiritual Heart,
Remember the Heart,
As it sings to the Infinite.
Gaze and bathe in its river of perennial joy,
And merge in God." - Manatita 6th July, 2014.
A Dedication to Dora Isaac Weithers; Faith Reaper, Nellieanna, Bev, Billybucs wife and last but not least. My Sweet mom.
My pranams to many other mothers here on Hub Pages who deserve infinitely more than my humble poem.
Note: Please pardon my liberty with your photos here. I am happy to change to a different one if you should send it to me.
I salute you, o bearers of plenitude.
You have awakened my joys,
And borne many sorrows and adversities.
Like the giving, yielding and wish-fulfilling tree,
I have been nourished by your abundance,
Sheltered by your love,
And protected by your sacrifice.
Painstakingly, you serve and dine at your loved one’s table,
While a heart of gold,
With which you were once blessed,
Silently carries the burden of days and nights;
Of Light and darkness.
Negating the infamy of past dawns and sunsets,
You look to tomorrow with sweet hope.
Who can equal your auspiciousness?
Your encircling light; that aura of forbearance,
Devoid of expectations,
Tirelessly labours through the travails of many sorrows.
Bearing the brunt of ingratitude,
I find you cascading ceaseless love.
Rejoice! The Supreme Lover shares your struggles.
Like a deep medicinal portion,
He eases your Path stealthily,
While shifting the misty lantern from your Souls.
Thus the greatness of your Spirit is honoured;
Homage paid to the resilience of your strength.
And so while many long nights ne’er your eyes did shut,
You gave freely of your true Selves,
Undaunting and radiant Pearls,
Shining in the darkness.
Here you are comforted by an innocent gleam;
The exquisite charm of the new-born,
And the pristine purity, of a Soul in excellence.
-Manatita (Bard of Solace) 6th July, 2014. Copyrighted.
Mothers are our pride and joy
Do You have sweet stories to tell about mothers?
In recognition of Mothers - and indeed women - who perform an almost impossible task
day in and day out as parent, counsellers, thinkers, organisers and planners for the home,
as well as running their daily errands and working with extreme diligence and
assiduousness, in a full-time job. They are God's supreme sacrificers, and many a husbands pride and joy.