Summary of my mother at sixty …

The poet was driving from her parent’s home to the airport . Her mother was sitting beside her. She was sixty six years old. The old lady was dozing. Her mouth remained open. Her face looked pale and faded. It looked lifeless like a dead body. The lifeless and faded face of her mother pained her heart. The poet turned away her attention from her mother and looked outside. When they were at the airport, The poet was standing a few yards away from her mother. She looked again at her old mother. This aroused the old familiar ache in the poet’s heart. Her childhood fear overpowered her again that her mother is approaching her death. However, she controlled herself. She appeared to be normal and bid farewell to her mother reassuring her to meet her again.