Mother’s Day Remembrance Poems – by Charmaine Candappa
Our mothers live deep inside us. No matter how old we get, we are always daughters of our mothers.
I have these collective memories of being the daughter of my mom.
These are two memory accounts that are embedded in my heart, that I wish to share on this Mother’s Day.
Patchwork Quilt – by Charmaine Candappa
My mother made me a patchwork quilt
With odd remnant fabric, stitched together
To keep me warm.
I trace the threads of those memories of mother
Sitting quietly as she sewed
Each piece has her heart print
Each heart print is a memory
Wrapped warmly around me.
My Mother’s Almirah – by Charmaine Candappa
My dresses hang side by side inside my mother’s almirah
I climb the shelves at the age of six
Touching the clothes that smelled of strong camphor
My dressers, mother’s sari blouses, and handbags
Hang on brass hooks inside.
I see two silk umbrellas, with a beautiful bird head handle
The other a blue silk given to her by my father.
I press my face against her clothes.
I feel lace, and silk, cotton, and georgette.
There is some strange power that draws me to visit
My mom’s almirah
Again and again.
