The effort I have made here for you to have a kind look at is something DEDICATED TO MOTHERS. And, it is the extension of my comment line "Mom, you are my first multiple recognitions" in the comment that I have lately made on a blogger friend's post on Mother's Day, the 8th of May, the second Sunday of May, which more and more people celebrate across the globe, I hope.
Mom, you are my first multiple recognitions!
You are my first care taker!
No sooner had I come to the world, than
You cuddled me to your chest and
showered me with the warmth of selfless love.
You felt hungry when it was empty, my small tummy.
You filled it by breastfeeding and satisfied your hunger.
What an overwhelming wonder!
Mom, you are my first multiple recognitions!
You are my first trainer!
My fingers were wild, ready to poke anyone in the nose and eyes.
You tamed them to hold food and toys.
My incisors were terrible, curious to bite anything and anyone.
Your loving smacks on my mouth brought them to discipline.
I didn’t know what my feet were for.
You made me stand on them and toddle ahead.
You trained me how to cover myself.
Brushing, taking a bath to toilet training!
Really, mom, you are my first multiple recognitions!
You are my first teacher!
You taught my lips to round and the tongue to dance.
Mom, the first word I uttered was nothing but 'Ma-Ma'.
That fetched you the heavenly mirth and me your big kiss in return.
Finding my babbling so pleasant to ear,
you slowly but surely switched me to holophrasic run.
Hence, you led me to the world of language, human-specific.
Each word you taught me was enticing and unique.
Pencil would tease me slipping out of fingers.
And, I would strangle it holding it tightly in anger.
Then, you taught my fingers to devotedly befriend the pencil.
And, you guided me
how to put tickling sounds into twisted signs on the paper.
That’s why I can say
Mom, you are my first multiple recognitions!
You are my first motivator!
On the first day at my school
I cried my eyes out fearing to miss you.
Smilingly you kissed all my tears and fear away.
And, then, you persuaded me with chocolates to share
and make friendship there.
Days rolled ahead one after another.
And, my learning cruised ahead further and further.
Sometimes I pretended a tummy-ache just to avoid school days.
You took me to the book fair and bought me several colorful story books.
They revealed stories on animals, insects, flowers and fairy.
You read them to me and got me to read them to you.
Bewitched, I made several efforts without feeling weary.
Frequently I tried to tip-toe quietly out for games
dumping the homework in the corner.
Your stern looks made me shrug and feel serious.
And, I became wise and realized HOMEWORK FIRST!
Yes, Mom, you are, of course, my first multiple recognitions!
You are my first leader-cum-inspirer!
You always said
I was good and now I needed to be great.
You could feel proud of me
only when the world would salute me with high respect.
Inquisitively I questioned you how to be so.
Patting my shoulder and holding close, you suggested I excel in studies
with a promise of different toys.
Mom, you are not great to me, but the greatest!
No-one other than you has so far understood me the best!
No doubt, there is no doubt,
Mom, you are my first multiple recognitions!
Mom, you are many more to me!
Whenever I recall those days, I feel my edgeless emotions.
Mom, it is you, not even God, who are my creator.
I will remain deeply indebted to you for this beautiful life
until I am set on the eternal rest.
O my dear Mom, just a big smile, please!
Mom, you are the greatest, my first multiple recognitions!!!
