I knew she would rush to the door behind me , with her loud and clear voice, “Have you taken your handkerchief?”. .She never fails to remind me. Handkerchief for me are so mom-ish a thing .
The hours I am away from her, It is the handkerchief that gives me her company. Every time I wipe the sweat off my face, I have a bad cold, I spill water on my desk, her handkerchief comes to my rescue.
I distinctly remember my nursery days , I had a matching handkerchief pinned up on the left hand side of my uniform, A red cloth with the name of the school embroidered on it in yellow. These were those special ones ( big enough to be a called a napkin). Years rolled by, and so did those napkin days.
I forget to carry them, so do I forget that they need to be laundered.
“Handkerchiefs have to be washed everyday, Why have I to remind you every time, about your handkerchief?”. . there mom goes again!
I carry a handkerchief , simple, plain and made of cotton. I also lose many of them. You can never find a lost handkerchief , and never can you find one in the lost and found property , no one cares to deposit them there.
As I cast around for gift ideas, I glance on the most mom-ish thing for me. This handkerchief with “Bless You” embroidered on it! A little Mom_ishness goes a long way.
She is the woman to whom I wish all the best out of life and love.
I love you mom!