My Angle My Mother

It always happens in life, when you lose someone soo special, the only thing left is "memories".
Every day I go to bed and wakeup, with my mother at the back of my mind and there are always reasons which connect me to her.
Today morning as well, the old songs on TV connected me to her. She always used to be so excited hearing songs since she was always cheerful and delighted.
Even those happy days don’t make me happy any more.
Her smile, bangles, sindoor, yellow and red sari ....all just remind me of her lively act .She was the force behind all our actions .......but the truth is ....we have lost her.

THE MOTHER

LIKE a flame that burns in silence, like a perfume that
rises straight upward without wavering, my love goes to
Thee; and like the child who does not reason and has no
care, I trust myself to Thee that Thy Will may be done,
that Thy Light may manifest, Thy Peace radiate, Thy Love
cover the world. When Thou wilest I shall be in Thee,
Thyself, and there shall be no more any distinction; I
await that blessed hour without impatience of any kind,
letting myself flow irresistibly toward it as a peaceful
stream flows toward the boundless ocean.
Thy Peace is in me, and in that Peace I see Thee alone
present in everything, with the calm of Eternity.