Source of my comfort

Ever so slowly entered the evening quietening the day.
My three brothers and their friends were outside at play
Father wasn't home yet,and Will be a while ...
Soon we kids will be having our night meal.
Music from the cinema theater not too far in the distance
like whispering beat of drums came on the wind
The birds in the tamarind tree were arguing in the back yard.
The night entered the rooms through the back and front doors,
The house was quite, and empty!
I was reading, in front of the kitchen sitting on a mat.
The sky light was no longer bright,
The dull light barely lit the hall.
Just a few feet away my baby sister was sleeping in her cradle.
Suddenly alone,sad, and scared I felt.
I was eight!

I ran up to my mother
She was preparing supper
And was humming a song, that's familiar
She sang when bathing my sister,
And when making garlands of flowers.
She looked up at me,must have noticed my fear,
She could read my small face like no other
Asked me sit with her.
In that warm kitchen, filled with aromas of evening meal,
Light from ceiling bouncing of gleaming pots of stainless steel,
My mom's singing,
I felt safe, and nothing will ever be wrong.
the smell of food and sound of mom's song chased away my pangs.

My mom was gone suddenly ,while I was in a foreign land
I didn't get a chance to introduce her to my children
my source of comfort she will be, and had been!
I always see her like yesterday humming in the kitchen
When the evenings are empty and I am alone!

Author's Note

Mrudula's drawing .

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a stunningly beautiful & heartfelt word painting of life. I love the way you choose details that not only further your story, but also show us the setting & the particulars of this life, (I'm guessing your life). The style used is childlike in its innocence & simplicity, yet the overall story is complex & multi-layered -- I love contrasts like that. This reminds me of my best friend, who I never met in person, but he helped me thru the worst stretch of my life, then he died 3 years ago. But I always feel him here with me, he will always be my source of comfort, & so I totally FEEL how this feels for your narrator (you?), even tho she missed the death of her mother (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you dear Margie, for a beautiful review. Some times you leave me speechless with your understandings! I feel that I have nothing more to add.except say thanks - um beijo

[BlackPrince]

That is so deep. You captured the joy and atmosphere of family life that many experience. Yet when those we love so much are no longer with us, it is indeed hard to comprehend.
I am so sorry about your loss.
Thank you for sharing your memories with us.
May The Creator of Heaven and Earth be with you, guide you and protect you always.

WELL DONE

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you for a lovely and heartwarming review. I appreciate your thoughts and comforting words- All the best.

[Neville]

An understandably emotional and beautifully crafted and a most fitting tribute to a much loved and always missed mom................Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you for your kind,and lovely encouraging words dear friend.

[Neville]

My pleasure.N

[KCthelastboyscout]

Everything about your mother is passed on in your children.you may see it in obvious or small ways. But of course you see it in yourself as well.Beautiful story.well told

[Mrudula Rani]

The mitochondrial DNA we inherit from our mother is the connection that shows who our great grandmother was and our lineage well into past. Thank you for reminding me that. Thank you for your very kind words.

[raj24]

beautifully written, remembering everything about your mother surely would have made you miss her. Mothers are certainly a source of comfort for us n your words made me love my mother even more.. keep writing n reading..its a beautiful space to be in ..:) thanks for sharing

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you raj, for the beautiful words of encouragement. I appreciate them very much. Mothers are our heroes, aren't they ? The older we grow the more we appreciate them .

[Paul Bell]

This is really sad, Mrudula.
Losing your mum is bad enough. Not actually being there, must have been hell. Life goes on as life does.
Now you're the mum in kitchen doing the things your mum did.

[Mrudula Rani]

Losing mom was devastating, you never fully understand why and how life can be so cruel. Sorry If I made you feel very sad .