My mother was a writer. She and I published, at her own cost, at my cousin’s press, a hand-crafted book with a beautiful red cover titled very simply “Sara / Poems” that I personally oversaw the making of, for her pleasure. A very slim volume, its poems match Emily Dickinson’s. Her book had no ISBN or anything of the sort. She was earlier the author of two very successful Bible quiz books.
I was fortunate to have collaborated on one poem with her and to help her edit her poems a bit.
One day all her works will come out in one volume – the two books left, one of her poems and stories, some for children, and one on art criticism in Malayalam, and she will get her place in literature primarily for her poems.
My best tribute I can pay her and all mothers everywhere today is to post the poems in that already published book.
If Indian English critics actually searching for great Indian women poets who mattered but were unknown are impartial she will get a place among the very best along with writers like Kamala Das for writing such controlled yet powerful short poems. Only half her output is given here.
Sara Abraham (born 16 -02- 1930 and died 11-02-1994) was also Mrs Omanakutty Varghese after her marriage.