Unconditional Love of a Mother

Mom sent this article to me and it managed to reduce me to tears. It was really meaningful, at least, for me, it is. I was earlier on, lacked of Mother's love. Or should I say, deprived?

The time is now
It is better to give them a little now than to give them the world when they are gone
The world is full of sons and daughters like you and me

I had a marvelous mother, who loved me,
Sacrificed for me and helped me in every way possible.

In all of my growing up from childhood through
School and eventually marriage,
My mother was always at my side.

And when I needed help with my little ones, she was there for me.
A few years ago, we buried this wonderful woman.
Can you imagine how I felt when I returned home and
Found a poem in her drawer, written by my mom:
 
The time is now
If you are ever going to love
Love me now while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow
Love me now while I am living
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiseled in marble
Sweet words on ice-cold stone
If you have tender thoughts of me
Please let me know now
If you wait until I am sleeping
There will be death between us
And I will not hear you then
So if you love me, even a little bit
Let me know while I am living
So that I can treasure it


Your loving mum
Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt
Because I never told her what she meant to me.

Worse yet, I did not treat her as she deserved to be treated.

I found time for everyone and everything else
But I never made time for her.

It would have been easy to drop in for a cup of tea
And a hug but my friends came first.

Would any of them have done for me what my mother did?
I know the answer.

When I called mom on the phone,
I was always in a hurry.

I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off,
The times I retorted back to her,
The times I glared at her in an angry mood when she wanted to correct me and guide me through the correct path.
I remember too, the times I could have included her in a trip out and did not.

My children loved Grandma from the times they were babies.
They often turn to her for comfort and advice.
She understood them.
I realize now that I was too critical,
Too short-tempered, too stingy with praise.
Grandma gave them unconditional love.
The world is filled with sons, daughters and a child like me.
I hope they see themselves in this letter and realise from it. 

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.