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Happy Mother's Day, Amma...

Dear Amma,

I honestly did not know what to buy you this mother's day... And finally i decided to write a letter telling you how much you mean to me and how much I love you...

You are the world's best mother, Amma. No one in the world can be as caring and loving as you, mom. I love you for loving me. I know you do not love me alone... but everyone who knows you thinks that they are special to you. You make us feel special, mom. The infinite number of hugs and kisses you give me daily makes me feel happy, wanted and protected.

The way you wait at the gate to watch me cross the street in my cycle on my way to school... the way you kiss me good night everyday... the way you wake me up from bed on my birthday... your oil massages on diwali... the way you bite me when I do something really cute and naughty (it never pained but I did lie)... the way you call me... the way you talk to my friends, you always manage to befriend them so fast and they easily forget me..!!

It has been nearly 5 years ma... I miss you still, will always do...

I miss you dearly... I miss your kisses... I miss your touch your warmth your hand that was always there to hold... You were always there to listen to me talk amma... Miss you soooo much...

I love you loads amma.. I think god loved you more than we did.

The warmth,love and comfort in my life was lost the day you left me forever. Nobody in the whole universe can fill the void your abscence has created.

Amma, you mean the whole world to me...!!!

I want you here amma... I knw I cant see or talk to you in person again... only your physical presence is lost, mother. I know your spirit will always be there to guide me at the right time.

I want to tell you just one more time... "Amma, I love you..!!"


Missing you,
your dearest daughter.

Comments

  1. Reminds me of Pink Floyd's "Wish you were here"

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  2. Life has to go on dear!!
    Am sorry for ya mom, i know u hate ppl tellin this 2 u! But i felt like sayin n so did i..
    And i promise to be there 24*7 :) though not 100% i can atleast try giving my best of kisses n hugs! :) luv u sweets!!

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  3. :) thanks...!!! i do knw you dont like being formal... i wanted to say thanks... i did,,, :P

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  4. not sure who you are but enjoyed this post.. keep writing very good dedication for the mom.

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  5. I can sure sense the feelings about missing mom though I missed for 3 weeks in ICU.. Best part of this dedication is the honesty in writing.. take it along

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  6. kums
    I LOVE YOU MUM. It's a unvivesaly accepted truth. Any how let pray almighty to take care the your mums soul.
    By da
    I am your Sellamama

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  7. KUMS IT NICE...NAN PADICHA KAVIDAI ONU ANAKU NYABAGAM VARUDU...

    என் அம்மாவின் பிறந்த நாள் ...!

    ஆங்கிலேயர் ஆட்சி செய்ததுமுதல்..
    அமெரிக்கா வல்லரசானது வரை
    நினைவில் இருக்கிறது ....

    உலககோப்பை வென்ற
    இந்திய அணியின் சரித்திர வருடம்
    நியாபகம் இருக்கிறது ..

    கமலின் முதல் படமும்
    ரஜினியின் நூறாவது படமும்
    தூக்கத்தில் கேட்டாலும்
    சொல்லிவிட முடியும் ...!

    பல வருடங்களுக்கு முன்பு பெற்ற காதல் கடிதம்
    அந்த நாளின் நிமிடம் முதல் நொடி வரை
    அனைத்தும் சேகரித்து சிரிக்கிறது
    நாட்காட்டியில்...!

    நண்பர்களோடு சுற்றிய தினம் ..
    சுதந்திர தினம் ..
    ஆசிரியர் தினம் ..
    காதலர் தினம் ...
    குழந்தைகள் தினம் ...
    எல்லாம்..எல்லாம் நினைவிருக்கிறது ....!

    ஆனால் ...

    பல பேரிடம் வேண்டியமட்டும் விசாரித்தும் ...
    பல ஆண்டுகள் பின்னோக்கி தோண்டிப்பார்த்தும் ..
    இன்னும் கண்டுபிடிக்கவே முடியவில்லை ...

    என் அம்மாவின் பிறந்த நாளை ...!நாள்

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