Ma Holly Book

Mom, it’s an exquisite word in the whole universe, either me too. Her tears, sorrows or even her burdens, it’s all forbidden from me, she bear whole it alone. In ma childhood ma world was just around her.  Mom taught me to pray, pray for nothing but 4 the good days ahead….. I never knew, how god looks, but I found him, in the form of Sun shine, Nimbus, Ma mom’s friends and Grocery owner.

I never had enough good pair of cloths to ware, so I prayed to sun shine, to drain ma cloths fast…

Ma mom’s friends gave me coins for bus fair, so I can skip ma long walk to school…….

 I prayed for Nimbus, not pour the rain at night, because we couldn’t get the sleep at night under the leaking roof……

 Then the Grocery owner, he gave the daily bread for credit, even our credits are exceeds ………………..

Sometimes mom dip in to a grief, her hush stays for days,,,, ma questions are unanswered or rather  ends with a deep sigh………………. At that times I took the credit book of that grocery store, it’s the yard stick to determine ma mom’s tears. Because how bigger its valves much deeper her sorrows …………..

So when I took that credit book, I always pray to god, to minimize the amount on it ….. I believed that, it was ma Holly Book………………….