© Niranjan Noel Joseph

Β© Niranjan Noel Joseph
“This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or she is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer

Friday, September 17, 2010

Ode to Ma

Thank you for bringing us into this world so bright
Thank you for teaching us wrong and right
You carried us for 9 months in your womb
We're indebted to you right until the tomb
You are our religion. Our faith and hope.
Greater than any god and religion and president and pope.
When we returned after dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight.
You were the only one who held us tight.
You cared for us whilst we were sick.
It was not the medicines or the doctors but your love that did the trick.
We're sorry for every tear we caused you to shed.
Had we known earlier we would've rather been dead.
We're sorry for causing the sorrow and pain.
We're worried we may even repeat it again.
One thing you can be sure to expect.
We will treat you with the utmost respect.
Ma, Mom, Mummy, Amma, Ammi, Mother.
There can be only one and no other.
Through joy and sorrow and tears and laughter.
We love you!! - Your dear Sons and Daughters