To my Hero - my Mother

[Srbo]

Years are passing by slowly, and it has been already another three that I didn`t see your face.
I dreamt about you last night, and about a winter that is hard to forget.
You were walking towards our house, up the road that was travelled so many times by you and them, our dearest…the road were we shared so many laughters and happiness, and despite everything that went on, thought and hoped for a better future…

My whole life you were the one who gave me courage, the one who pushed me forward, gave me strength, told me not to give up, to never stop believing and hoping…
But, that winter was harsh, God was busy collecting His markers…He took away your best friend, the man you shared everything in life with, to whom you gave childeren, then He took away your son, and then your brother and sister as well…
Yeah, He was working hard that winter to call them all home…

I didn`t like seeing you dressed in black, that was not a color for you , for you who always wore the color of the Sun and happiness…
You didn`t think I was watching you coming up that road, maybe you thought I couldn`t see you because of all the snow that was falling hard…
From time to time your steps would stop, and you were looking around like you suddenly heard something…or saw somebody.

And I know who you wished for, because…so did I.

Alas, there was nothing but the snow and your trail in it, deep and sad.
Then you saw me, standing there, and you got confused and you blushed, just like a child when it realizes that somebody is watching it playing and pretending to talk with their imaginary friends…and then you smiled.

“ Son, what are you doing there ? It is cold, you don`t even have a jacket on, nor a hood! “

What a hero you are, mother!

I don`t need jackets and hats. Your strength is warming up my body and soul, your neverending Love, the look in your eyes…even though full of pain and yet so full of warmth for me…and after all that happened, you somehow found enough strength to encourage me.
You are stonger than I, mother.

Even though I`m a grown man now, I know that you will always look at me like I am still that little child that cringed to your hand, and nothing will ever change that.
But, I beg you, mother, let me take care of you now, it is my turn. Sit down and relax, take a breather, let all the worries float away, give them to me. Let me protect you, for once.

I know that your heart is bigger than all the Oceans out there, your Love wider than the Skies above our heads, higher than all Mountains…
But, let me hug you, let me take your beautiful face into my hands and let me take all your pain away…it`s the least I can do, to give back at least a little, for all that you have done for me.
Sit, mother, my everlasting hero and relax, I will take care of you, I will be your foundation in life and your shield against the World…

Sit, my dear mother, sit and rest, please don`t worry no more…

[Spideyman]

Once again Srbo, you have brought tears to me eyes, and touched a place within my heart. Your words are so beautifully written, Srbo. My heart is with you and your mother.

[PatInTheHat]

That was wonderful Srbo!
My best girl, is my most bestest pal and absolutely my biggest hero!

I've never met anyone who could do so much with so little, and make it look like it was so much nothin'...a very familiar concept, as that's even less than what she asks for in return...of course.

Well ya gotta give some of it back (I personally could never repay the debt) whether they want it or not...occasionally (hey, it happens) when I put forth a big 'ol mushy warm & fuzzy effort, and she doesn't want any of that wussy fuss made, I may need to tell her we're going shopping for a high quality iceberg befitting her station in life...that or we'll break out the duct tape again.
(and you know what they say 'bout good 'ol duct tape, it'll hold down pert near anything, including them there terrorist attacks, so trust me, it'll hold an 86 year old, 5ft. nothin' little old lady, juuusst long enough for loving & grateful son, to show some freakin' love & graditude dammit!)

your Mama, I'm just sayin'!

[aptpupil]

Srbo

Lovely sentiments, my friend. It's getting towards thirty years since the night that my mother was taken from me, and I miss her still.

My status as a non-believer precludes me from thinking that she's anything other than ashes and dust now, but she lives on in my heart, and the lessons that she taught me while I was growing up will never be forgotten.

For all of you out there who are lucky enough to still share this world with your mother, make the most of your time together, because nothing lasts forever.

[Dana Jean]

Well, that was a heart ripper. Tough thread.

[SusanNorton]

You're a good son, Srbo. Your mama did a good job.

[CorbinKale]

Srbo, you translate your heart to text better than most I have ever seen. /sniffle

[Gillie]

Thank you Srbo - the button is to small a thanks right now.
my mother, my heart

[rose key]

Beautiful. Thanks, Srbo. My mon passed away a little over two years ago.
It brought tears to my eyes, but in a good way. It's good to feel mom so close to my heart, and it's good to remember.

[Srbo]

A LETTER TO MOTHER (by probably the greates poet of all times, a Russian named Sergey Yesenin)

Are you still alive, my dear granny?
I am alive as well. Hello! Hello!
May there always be above you, honey,
The amazing stream of evening glow.

I"ve been told that hiding your disquiet,
Worrying about me a lot,
You go out to the roadside every night,
Wearing your shabby overcoat.

In the evening darkness, very often,
You conceive the same old scene of blood:
Kind of in a tavern fight some ruffian
Plunged a Finnish knife into my heart.

Now calm down, mom! And don"t be dreary!
It"s a painful fiction through and through.
I"m not so bad a drunkard, really,
As to die without seeing you.

I"m your tender son as ever, dear,
And the only thing I dream of now
Is to leave this dismal boredom here
And return to our little house. And how!

I"ll return in spring without warning
When the garden blossoms, white as snow.
Please don"t wake me early in the morning,
As you did before, eight years ago.

Don"t disturb my dreams that now have flown,
Don"t perturb my vain and futile strife
For it"s much too early that I"ve known
Heavy loss and weariness in life.

Please don"t teach me how to say my prayers!
There is no way back to what is gone.
You"re my only joy, support and praise
And my only flare shining on.

Please forget about your pain and fear,
and don"t worry over me a lot
Don"t go out to the roadside, dear,
Wearing your shabby overcoat.


(1924)

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Thank you my friends for reading and your kind words.

This thread is dedicated to all mothers on this MB and to all mothers in the World.