Her Tongueless Emotions

Her Tongueless Emotions

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Sometimes in our daily routine, we forget to remember our mother. We tend to think of her old age as a burden to us. Yes, we love maybe but somewhere her old age becomes a headache. Calling her "Maa" is ok in front of others, never to be ashamed of the fact that she had faught the whole world alone to bring you up. Remember how much money you give your mother, how big a bunglow you bought her, how expensive a present you bring, she still yearns for a monosyllabic moniker "Maa". It is a call every women holds in heart to be called someday. Feeling a child inside your body is a great experience. No big a smile can you find other than the moment when your child's happy. Feeling the heart throb inside you can never be compelled with the monetary momentary insecurities you feel happy to. When the whole world's against you; you can face it alone just to enthrall the laughing face of your child. Its a great duty to fulfill motherhood; also a great duty to fulfill a "Childhood". When the "burden" moves naturally with time, those are the things you miss the most. Even the absence of constant nagging haunts you, that soapy misma pinches you. It hypnotyses you to the time when she was alive. So, you enjoy the intricacies of your mother child relationship, while i dip my pen down in your thoughts to surprise you with more intricate delicacies.
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A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

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