Mama

Salam everybody :)

When was the last time you called your mum? Hugged her? Kissed her? Complimented her?


Have you ever imagined your mum lying down, fast asleep for eternity on a silver bed they wash dead bodies upon ? 

You perform ablution on her and wash her hair, running your finger through her greyed and silver hair. Reminiscing how much she'd complain about getting old and those darn silver strands of hair just keep popping up. Was it due to stress? Because of her children? The troubles they put her through?

Remember how she would ask you if she looked good in what she was wearing? You think of the times in her youth where she just looked so resplendent. 

This would be the very last time you'd touch her

She can no longer wash herself even though she was the one who used to wash you, clothe you, feed you and stay up by your side all night worried about you. Regardless of your age, she still treated you the same. You were her world. She'd give up anything for that. 

You look at her for one last time, wishing she'd just open her eyes and smile at you.

Oh God, all those things we took her for granted.

I remember my dad telling me, even though I'd more attached to him, it's my mother who worries about me all the time, even till she falls asleep.

You remember the jokes you'd tell her to make her laugh, the stuff you did to please her so that she's satisfied with what you are, all the stories you shared when no one's around.

It's now time to shroud her body, for her face to be covered. That's when you'd beg for a final chance to see her, breathe in her scent, kiss her, absorb the final moments of your time with her before she is placed at her final resting place. 

There'd be people around who, some you barely know, telling you to be strong. There she goes, as they finally shroud her face and there goes the last you'd see of her.

There goes the most important woman of your life. The one who bore you, raised you and watched you grow. No more laughing, giggling, scolding, bickering with her. 

Of all the things she did for us, how often did we make her proud of us? How often have we hurt her?

Of the times we chose our boyfriend/ girlfriend over her.
We chose our friends over her
We chose to watch TV programs and being on the phone rather than helping her out.

She definitely deserved more from us.

That moment where you wish you could just hug her, tell her genuinely that you're sorry and how much you appreciate her.

Then again, it's too late.

If only we had thought of this sooner.

It scares me to my bone, the very thought of losing her just like that. Don't let it be a time of regret and remorse.