YaHoo

Dedicated to the memory of my mum
Sareh Zahiroleslam
July 1933 – July 1997

By Narges Cyroos
9 February 2009

I was reading this poem by Rudyard Kipling today:

Mother O’mine
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest see,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
If I were damned o’body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!

Then my mind rested on you, thinking how blessed I was to have you in my life as my mother…

It is the memory of your powerful personality and your wonderful words of encouragement echoing in my heart and soul, that I am now managing my daily affairs in the face of all adversities.

Oh beloved mother, if only;

* I could hold you in my arms and kiss your hands and face
* I could talk to you about my upheavals
* Run to you asking for guidance and help with my children
* Taste your food that was cooked so deliciously and in prayers
* Travel with you to various shrines and historical places

……That will truly be my day.

Please forgive my wrongdoings.

Rest in peace my angel of peace, love and beauty.

Love you always, always ALL WAYS!
Your daughter Narges