Flash Post 282!

You’re off to Kolkata again?

Yes, my dear Button. Every time your Dost takes off for Kolkata, I go along too so I can meet up with my ailing mother. Do you know who I am talking about?

Of-course I do. She’s the lady in the white sari.

You’re 100% right. And Dost is so sweet, he makes me an offer to accompany him every time he travels to the city because he feels that I must meet her and demonstrate my love for her as often as I can, given her current condition.

That’s so amazing?

As I fly to her, the song Mother Of Mine, comes to mind. It was written by Bill Parkinson and made famous by Scottish singer, Neil Reid, who was found singing at a pensioners’ party at age 8. He was 12 when this song reached number one on the UK Albums Chart. He also went on to win many more awards.

I know that song. I’ve heard you sing it so often that I’ve picked up a stanza or two. It goes like this, does it not?

Mother of mine
You gave to me
All of my life
To do as I please
Without your arms
Where would I be
Mother sweet mother of mine.

Mother you gave me happiness
Much more than I can say
I pray to the Lord
That he may bless you
Every night
And everyday…

Mother of mine
Now I am grown
And I can walk straight
All on my own
I’d like to give you
What you gave to me
Mother sweet mother of mine…

Button, I didn’t know you could sing so well. You even got the lyrics bang on!

Thank you so much. You must sing this song for your mother. Have you done it before?

I think I have.