MOTHER o' MINE

If I were hanged on the highest hill,

Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

I know whose love would follow me still,

Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!


If I were drowned in the deepest sea,

Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

I know whose tears would come down to me,

Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!


If I were damned of body and soul,

I know whose prayers would make me whole,

Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

by

RUDYARD KIPLING

MOTHER'S DAY, has become one of the many DAY's that has been commercially exploited today. But on the hind side, perhaps it is not a bad thing after all.

Like many other things in life, like the air we breathe, the water we drink, society has taken relationships for granted as well. In this instance MOTHERS.

Many are privileged to have mothers who are socially and financially emancipated, but many more have mothers who had to struggle the wretched path to put a meal on the table so that their underling would have a decent life.

These many underlings, would have a made GREAT life for themselves now, but the foundation was definitely laid by the nurturing of their MOTHERS. Many of these successful underlings adopt their mothers sacrifices as their own inspiration to succeed, but then many more have conveniently forgotten their past and and have become entrapped in the rat rat race. 

But for MOTHER'S the only solace and contentment comes from the bond of LOVE that was established since conception.

Perhaps MOTHERS DAY is a good reminder for everyone to reflect on that BOND of LOVE which is within everyone but momentarily got overshadowed by our own worldly pursuits.

So lets REFLECT, REKINDLE AND CELEBRATE TO THE WOMEN WHO HAVE BEEN INSTRUMENTAL FOR OUR EXISTENCE.

The poem above by Kipling says it all as it is.

Dedicated to all the SINGLE MOTHERS.

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