LOVE, EMOTIONS AND MEMORIES

A Tribute to MOM’S Selfless Love

Mother, if you are listening to my voice from above, please hear me. I am scribbling for you, as you always wished for. Now, without you on this earth, I feel deserted. Mamma, you brought your children with a lot of hardship. I know you suffered and sacrificed all your life for your offspring. Now, when you are not around us, I realize more the unconditional love you always showered on me. To my mom in heaven, I miss you more than anything else in the world. Come back, mamma, even if it is for a few moments. I want to care, love, and nurse you that I lacked when you were alive. The agony in me for your loss is increasing as days pass. My regret that I was not there when you wished for me is haunting me

Your prayers, gentle advice, soft caress, warm hugs, and tender kisses linger like a protective shield. When I step inside the house, I can almost hear your voice calling my name with love, reminding me to eat something before heading out.

Now, without you near, I feel deserted—like a room left untouched after the light has gone. And yet, I can’t even bring myself to sit inside the house anymore. It echoes your absence too loudly, reminding me that you are no longer here.

But somehow, your love still remains—like air I breathe, like sunlight I feel.

Through every storm, you stood by me—steadfast and gentle. In the toughest moments, your support never wavered. You always believed in me and dreamed that one day I would become the one you wished for.

Even when objections were there and life felt like an uphill climb, you found a way. You supported me and paid my entrance fee so I could chase that dream.

And now… I carry a quiet sorrow—because I haven’t fulfilled your wish. I feel the weight of what I couldn’t become.

But your faith in me still echoes louder than my regrets. It reminds me that your love was never conditional—it was a gift. One I’ll keep trying to honour, even now.

During the final days of her life, my mother carried silent suffering—medications, discomfort, quiet endurance. But she hid it from me. It’s not out of denial, but out of love. She never wanted to burden me with her agony. Instead, she greeted me with that same radiant smile, as if nothing in her body ached.

I remember one evening vividly—I sat beside her, complaining gently that my leg was hurting. She didn’t hesitate. She reached out and rubbed my leg, soothing me with her touch, completely forgetting the pain she was in.

That moment etched itself into my soul. Through these small, selfless gestures, I saw the purest form of unconditional love—a mother’s love that always gives, even when she has nothing left to give.