关于妈妈的英语作文：我的妈妈

1关于妈妈的英语作文：我的妈妈关于妈妈的英语作文：我的妈妈关于妈妈的英语作文：我的妈妈1、IhaveboughtfoodthatIhopewillpleasemymother,andthatwillbeeasyforhertoeat:orzosaladwithlittlepiecesofcrayfishcutintoit,potatosalad,smallchunksofmarinatedtomatoes.2、lhavebroughtherabouquetofcrimson,yellow,andsalmon-pinksnapdragons.Shelikestheflowersverymuch.3、AsIwipemymothersface,IseethatherskinisstillbeautifulIholdherchininmyhandandkissherforehead.Mymotherhasnoideathatherninetiethbirthdayiscomingup.Shehasnonotionofthetimeofday,thedayoftheweek.theseasonoftheyear,theyearofthecentury.Nonotionoftheapproachingmillennium.Andnoideaanylonger,whoIam.Herforgettingofmehappenedjustafewmonthsago,afterIhadbeentravelingformorethanamonthandhadntbeentoseeher.WhenIcameback,sheaskedmeifIwereherniece,lsaidno,Iwasherdaughter.DoesthatmeanIhadyou?sheasked.1saidyes.WherewasIwhenlhadyou?sheaskedme.ItoldhershewasinahospitalinFarRockaway.2NewYork.Somuchhashappenedtomeinmylife.shesaidYoucantexpectmetoremembereverything.Mymotherwasonceabeautifulwoman,butallherteetharegonenow.Toothless.Nowomancanbeconsideredbeautiful.WheneverIvisitherinthenursinghome,sheissittingatthetableinthecommondiningroom,herheadinherhands,rocking.Medicationhaseasedheranxiety,butnothingmovesherfromherstuporexceptoccasionalmomentsoffear,toodeepformedication.Thisisaroomthathasnowindows,thatletsinnolight,inwhichanoverlargeTVisconstantlyblaring,sendingimagesthatnoonelooksatwherethefloorsarebeigetiles,thewallscreamcoloredatthebottom,paperedhalfwayupwithapatternofnearlyinvisiblegrayishleaves.Manyoftheresidentssitstaring,slack-jawed,openmouthed.Ifinditimpossibletoimaginewhattheymightbelookingat.WhenIwalkintothediningroomonthedayofmymothersbirthday,Iseethatshehasalreadybeenservedlunch.Thestaffhasforgottentoholditback.ThoughItoldthemaweekagothatIwouldbeprovidinglunch.Shehasnttouchedanythingonhertrayexceptapieceofcarrotcake,whichsheholdsinherhands.Theicingissmearedonher3handsandface.Idontwantmyfriendstoseehersmearedwithicing,soIwetapapertowelandwipeher.Thisfillsmewithaterribletenderness,recalling,asitdoes.agestureIhaveperformedformychildren.AsIwipemymothersface,IseethatherskinisstillbeautifulIholdherchininmyhandandkissherforehead.Itellheritsherbirthday,thatshesninetyyearsold.Howdidthathappen?sheasks.Icantunderstandhowthatcouldhappen.lhavebroughtherabouquetofcrimson,yellow,andsalmon-pinksnapdragons.Shelikestheflowersverymuch.Shelikesthename.Snapdragons.Itseemslikeananimalthatsgoingtobiteinc.Butitsnotananimal,itsaplant.Thatsafunnything,IhaveboughtfoodthatIhopewillpleasemymother,andthatwillbeeasyforhertoeat:orzosaladwithlittlepiecesofcrayfishcutintoit,potatosalad,smallchunksofmarinatedtomatoes.Ihaveboughtpaperplateswitharust-coloredbackground,uponwhicharepaintedyellowandgoldflowersandblueleaves.MyfriendsNolaandGarycomeformymothersbirthday.Whenweareabouttoleave,ItellmymotherthatImgoingonvacation,matIwontseeherforthreeweeks,that1amgoing4tothesea.HowwillIstandthat,howwillIstandthatsshesays,butIknowthataminuteafterImgoneshellforgetIwasthere.