My Beloved Mother Poem by Dr John Celes

My mother’s still alive in her letters,
All written by herself by her own hand,
Until in old age ripe, by will-power,
Displaying magic to the reader’s heart!

Fountain of knowledge and wisdom, she was;
Writing at will so splendidly always;
Her memories remained elephantine;
She was a source of advice to others.

‘Wherefrom she got her matter, ’ no one knew!
She had a way with her vocabulary;
Sometimes, she wrote poetic stanzas too;
Her grammar was impeccable always.

My mother’s still alive in her letters,
Speaking to me, most lovingly, her son;
She remembered all birthday dates somehow;
She had Holy Masses said for children!

She lost her father when she was aged two;
She craved for daddy’s love from all around;
She kept her mental balance by praying,
reciting rosaries quite frequently.

The bud blossomed into a flower and seed!
She slogged in silence spreading love to all;
A girl in all her roles is rare a find;
She was an exemplary woman, fine!

She quoted poems by famous poets;
She quoted sayings by some great persons;
Her letters tell great truths in subtle ways;
Oh, what a wonderful person, mom was!

We miss our loving mom in many ways;
She was a source of perennial strength;
Her loss remains a void that can’t be filled;
My mother’s still alive in her letters.

Fondly written in dedication to my most loving mom
(Late) Mrs. Stella Thangamarie Antoniswami, Old Chungam, CBE