I often imagine a warmth drenching me , specially when dusk dawns in this neighbourhood of innumerable weeping willows. I know my mother more than she knew hers, she says. There is a dam somewhere I feel, holding back a reservoir of memories, bound by…

She raised her son and nephew On a housekeeper’s pay She made sure their hearts Knew love every day Her smile was so genuine Her morals so strong Her faith was divine Each trait was life-long She taught me that hard work Paid off in…