We can't help loving our mother,
Especially after her death.
Aging and troubles are over,
You just need to clean the glass on the frame.
Love is so clean that there is nothing.
When she was alive, her mind was full of problems.
Our love for her is nothing,
Or hide it.
Light that fragile photo,
Set off some fireworks.
We thought we could love a living mother,
Actually, she loved us when she was alive.
There are many poems about my mother. Why can this poem move me deeply? "We thought we could love a living mother, but she loved us when she was alive." This poem was so shocking that I was completely moved. In the dead of night, think carefully about the years when we lived with our mother. Isn't our relationship with our mother just like this poem says?
My mother just turned 30 this year, but she is weak and sick. As long as I am not around her, I always worry about her health. My mobile phone is never in arrears, always online. I'm always afraid that if my mother encounters an emergency, she can't contact me. "We can't help loving our mother" is the title of a poem, but after I finished reading it, it felt like a code name. Since then, when I get along with my mother, I always think about it from time to time. I often think how sad it would be if such a poem were read by a person whose mother is no longer alive.
As a poet, I have written many poems to my mother, for example, my mother doesn't need carnations, my mother can't dance square dance, my mother is ill, and I want to sleep in my mother's arms tonight. But why is my poem not so attractive? In the final analysis, I feel that I am not filial enough and have no deep understanding of great maternal love. As the poem says, "When she was alive, there were all kinds of problems". It is natural that mothers and children are not from the same era and have different views on life. For example, when my mother was a child, her family was poor. It is often said that when she was a child, her grandmother would pick up a bun and eat it. But times are really different now. Every time a child drops a steamed stuffed bun, his wife will let the child pick it up and throw it in the trash can. Such trifles often put me in a dilemma.
Before, I couldn't tolerate my mother's paranoia or the rudeness of some trivial things in my life. I often lose my temper and yell easily. Sometimes, my mother even cries for my excessive words, and often tells her grievances while crying. Now that I think about it, I really regret my disrespect for my mother in the past, but if I say it, it will be like spilled water, which can't be taken back. After reading this poem, many times in the dead of night, I carefully recalled the time I spent with my mother over the years, and my heart could not help but burst into ripples. I think I owe my mother too much. People often say that a bowl of water when you are alive is better than the scene after the past. I deeply understand that filial piety to parents should be done before it is too late.
In the past two years, my mother and I have quarreled less and less. Many living habits of my stubborn mother have not changed, but I no longer care about my mother. In recent years, I have tried to obey my mother's wishes in big and small matters at home. I bought a new house last year, which is a model house with fine decoration. After reading it, my mother said that the wallpaper on the TV wall was not good-looking, and she wanted to change it into a lotus pattern. At that time, my wife resolutely opposed it and thought that the comic pattern was very good and did not need to be changed. If you change it, it will cost money and waste time, and there will be formaldehyde. But I slowly persuaded my wife to agree to my mother's request. My mother lived in the countryside all her life and finally moved into a new house in the city. Although I can't let my mother live such a luxurious life, should I let her live comfortably? TV wall, I don't look up every day. My mother didn't like the original design, which made her mope and sulk all day. Not worth it.
After reading this poem, I never yelled at my mother again. If there is any contradiction that can't be solved, I restrain myself and keep silent. We can't help loving our mother. Now, this poem, like a command, has been deeply imprinted in my heart.
(The author is from Weibin District Education and Sports Bureau, Baoji City, Shaanxi Province)
China Education News, 4th edition, February 25th, 2022.
Author: Chen Pu