Love of the sky
for its clouds,
banyan’s cool shade
for the weary wayfarers,
rippling smile
of rivers scattering beauty,
lofty Himalayas’
fountain bursts,
noonday summer sun’s
needed heat, heat, and heat
all I received
in this life
from my first teacher
my mother.
sumanar/lekha 
Beautiful.
How important mothers are (and fathers too) in setting the groundwork of our education and understanding of the world. How well you have expressed this.
Absolutely. Well said!
The sweetest and most important teaching/learning in the world! Beautiful.
Beautiful, Sumana! A fitting tribute. Indeed our mothers are our first teachers! And probably our most influential.
Yes, we so need to learn from our Mother’s, either what we want to be, or what we do not want to be. My Mom was a wonderful teacher, too bad more of the lessons didn’t take….she was a wonderful cook, and I got bumble fingers there. She loved poetry and I think I got that.
Oh this is so lovely, and such wonder-full gifts she gave You!
Who can ever forget a mother’s teaching? It may be faulty, or it may be freighted with unshakable truth, but who can forget it?
Exactly apt for the topic.
Such a lovely tribute to your mother Sumana.
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Thanks and have a good weekend.
How absolutely gorgeous, Sumana! Of course all of us have to give this heartfelt thanks to our first teacher, because yes, she is our first (and in most cases) our most wonderful teacher.