Flowers from my Mom’s backyard

While I was growing up my life was filled with love, care, and concern of this tall, slim and beautiful woman I called Mom. She is in her 70s now and age has affected every facet of her life. It was hard to hold her in my arms and wonder that she was the same person. My main reason to visit India this time is my Mom, I am trying to spend most of my time with her, cook with her and talk to her, and maybe I can try to replace some of the years when she missed her only son in some distant foreign land. I know all of us are following the same path of age, and all we can do is accept the reality or sometimes say,” It is God’s will”. I wish I could say similar things to delude myself, but I am going give peace to my restless mind by sharing some of the flowers from my Mom’s backyard.