A WOMAN OF MANY HATS

I walked into your room and gazed at all the hats that you left behind. Curious by the different colors, styles and sizes, I ventured forward slowly, and took a closer look. Many of them were old while others still look new and I wondered about the different types of occassions that inspired you to buy and wear them.

I did not know where to start as they were so many to count. So I decided to start with the oldest. It was a brown wollen hat that had the word Mother embroided on it. I picked it up, removed the dust on it and held it close to my heart. I remember seeing you wearing it almost everyday. Memories of you playing your motherly role flashed back and I sat down in the chair by your window and wept.

As I stood up and walked towards the door, I saw another o that I often admire you in. It has the name Gardener printed on it. I smiled when I remembered how you chased Bex and Kubi that hat when they accidently threw their small tennis ball into your cabbage plot and destroyed some of your cabbages. I laughed when you chased them around the house to whip them and how they sped leaving you out of breathe. I shut the door behind me and cracked up laughing.

I missed you Mummy.

Happy Mother's Day In Heaven.