MOTHER SWEET MOTHER
From Heavens above, my maid Dahi, was a wonderful gift I got.
What's unconditional love, by practising it; she easily us taught.
Bathed me, combed my hair and even bands for me, bought.
Climb trees she would; and fruits like gauva n custard-apple for me she got.
Or from her own money, green mangoes n berries for me, she bought.
Remember I, feasting on baked dry bombay-ducks n rotla, for me she brought.
From our garden big, collect she would, my favorite "bor" berries n got.
To protect my pet hens n their eggs, with others, she actually fought.
On the way, carrying me over puddles; what love was, me she taught.
For me she would warm food, because I would enjoy it hot.
Many times my Mom remark would, before your arrival, excited she got.
Bless her O Lord in Heaven, n her keep in Your arms. For this gift, I thank You a lot.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
