All mothers are loving and kind and self less and so much more, all are the same, but one thing is they are all unique in their own way.
All words are insufficient to express our love and affection for them, but out actions and our respect for them in the heart will show.
My mom had a quiet life, simple person, all her brothers and sisters were in this village, she enjoyed their company any time she wanted, she had too many friends, and even made a friend of one who avoided and went on the opposite side of the road, by calling and chit chatting, and offering something to eat, and words of comfort.
She had been on no medicines, and had no aliments to mention, she did not have any pains as such, she liked a lot of back scratching which I loved to do as it was time to learn things then ,as she used to give tips of loving folks and winning hearts, being cautious and keeping things in order.
She left with a smile on her face and tears in our eyes.
I thought I was the only one to have lost, no --many had done too , she had a place in many hearts.
we are all rich with her memory.