Everything changed, winters came,summer went by. People changed.Those who have to stay;stayed.Those who have to leave;left.The only thing which ceased to change was my tower of strength, one who endures me, who stood by me all thro'-My mother.
I refused to believe that she could ever get old, i was immensely proud of her. i rejoiced in her success, got carried away by her fame. I lived her success and she lived my failures.
I yearned for her love, her touch, her warmth, her smile. I soaked in her love. She absorbed my anger,my revenge,my envy,my arrogance. She took my hatred.
She was evergreen, my hero....she was always;strong, all enduring,someone who could never get old!!
Recently i saw her graying hairs, the queer in her voice when she is tensed(which never existed before),saw amount of tabs she gulps,the pain in her eyes when i'm in sorrow,those wrinkles,each wrinkle had a story.
Time stood frozen. That's when i grew up...in that moment.
I was her mother and she was my child.
Of Mother & her child and the reversal of role by the wheels of time, in the subtle plains of thought ..
ReplyDeleteLife comes full circle, eh? :)
ReplyDeleteAwesome and filled with emotions
ReplyDeletevery touching, Jael...
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