The 7th of April faded into the night as I watched the buildings grow smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror. We were already halfway to the outskirts of town when I wept. My mother beside me, with her eyes shut tight, stopped herself from sobbing as I hugged myself tighter and felt the summer breeze wipe off the ripple of tears at the corner of my eyes. It was a Sunday evening and we were riding the bus heading to my mom's small town after her mother died. The 2-hour ride from Gensan to Digos city was reduced to a deep slumber and by the time I woke up, it was already midnight. .
I was eleven years old that time and it was the first funeral vigil I attended. It was not what I had in mind at all. The last night of the wake was packed with people, food and prayers. It was more like a reunion as I first met my distant relatives where hugs, pictures, phone numbers and small talks were exchanged. To my surprise, drinks, board and card games were allowed in what was supposed to be a melancholic event. The warm jubilance of the visitors was the exact opposite of what I felt. After seeing how happy people were outside, I ran back into the room, took a chair, and peered at my grandma through the glass. It was until my uncle picked me up to take me away from the coffin's side, for I was already convulsively sobbing. My grandma wouldn't want it this way, I said to myself. .
My late Lola Berta had wavy hair, dull eyes and creases on her face that showed her age. Particularly, she always wore a faded flowery duster with a scent of fragranced mothballs on her. I was seven years old when she stayed with us in Gensan. During her idle times, she would swat at houseflies with the broom, sew clothes, tend the plants, and stare blankly by the window. Her cooking wasn't really special and, as a kid, I loathed the tasteless vegetables she served half-cooked, boiled and minimally seasoned. She never told me stories, played with me nor cradled me in her arms.
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The event makes the mother feel as if she lost her grasp on her son as early as his childhood. Soap was one able to free the wedding ring from her daughter-in-law's finger but now it lies bedded forever in her clapping hand. The subject of the poem is a mother's son leaving his childhood behind and getting married. I believe the poet is trying to express the idea that things cannot remain the same forever; people grow and mature and have to make choices in their lives that may not please everyone important to them. The title suggests that a mother's son is getting married. ...
From my own experience unconditional love from my mother will live on in my heart forever. In 1998, April 12, on Easter I lost my mother due to a tragic car accident. ... I can remember and to this day often see how badly some mothers are treated. ... As this poem was given to me I could only think of the unconditional love I received from my mother and how thankful through all the good and the bad that I could carry on the unconditional love in my heart forever and throughout eternity. ... As with your mother love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. ...
One night Laird tells his mother, "I don't think Dad can stand to be around me. ... Now in the story "The Children Stay" the mother shows a different kind of love. ... Pauline is the girls" mother and she is there for her children everyday of their lives. ... In both stories the mothers show love for their children. ... A mothers" love is forever no matter what happens. ...
She is called Mother Teresa today. ... Agnes went to do this charitable work when her mother could not go. ... Mother did not want to ask for money. ... ON September 5 th 1997, Mother Teresa, the best loved women passed away. ... Mother Teresa, who inspired our heart, will not be forgotten forever....
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