Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me
With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,
And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.
For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free.
I love you Amma,
no matter how much you
Scold,control,irritate,ground
ME,
I still love you,
sometimes when ure at wrk i miss
ur voice, i miss ur shoutings,
cause with them i am NOTHING,
wid ur love and care,
i am who i am today,
and i am proud that i hav found
myself different from others,
in a way.
And i know i know,
i will not forget to do the chores :P
FOR that i love you more,
cause now i am startin to love to clean :)
P.S. Mothers day dinner was awesomme i sayyyyy
