my mother was a person <br />who could converse with her cow <br />and the little rose in her garden <br />with mankind she had no clue <br />she lost to them due to her bluntness <br /> <br />my mother was a person <br />whom you could trust..any of you <br />you could hold her hand and walk past <br />any mist- there would'nt be a dug trap <br />waiting for you..trust worthy person <br /> <br />my mother was a person <br />who was'nt a learned one <br />she knew what i liked to eat more than <br />she knew what i liked to read..she was <br />a person to whom the stomach was more than the head <br /> <br />for a person like my mom <br />a poem would'nt be a fitting tribute <br />if i feed a few to their hearts content <br />it would be a fitting tribute...for <br />my mother was a person..to whom <br />the stomach was more than the head<br /><br />Samanyan Lakshminarayanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-amma/
