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Mom

We go back a long way


To your little boy’s first cry


What I feel, words can’t say


But to you, I’ll no longer be saying hi



You left a few days ago


And for you, I’m happy


Though it came as a blow


Now, you’re not trapped in your body



But your chair is empty


And your photographs


I can hardly bear to see


Still, I can laugh



Because your spirit is free


And it's the end of your suffering


In the afterlife, I’m sure you’re happy


Even if over us, you’re still watching






You were a good mom


And I remember the milk was hot


On cold winter morns


You were the kindest alarm clock



We called you fatso


And took you for granted


Nicknamed you Bassallo


And used other silly terms of endearment



When you became too feeble


You still worried about our wellbeing


Your family, you always needed


So up there, I wonder how you’re doing.

6 Comments


P jain
P jain
Jan 10, 2023

Rajat

each line of your poem is alive

bestest read 👍💐💥

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rajatmeresh
rajatmeresh
Jan 10, 2023
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Hey Piyush, great to see you here and thanks for reading😊😊

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Amarjit Singh
Amarjit Singh
May 18, 2021

A lovely piece Rajat. All the little things that add up to making someone as special as a mom.

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rajatmeresh
rajatmeresh
May 19, 2021
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Thanks buddy:)

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Beautiful .. there’s a bond that keeps all close souls connected through time and space .. your memory of her simply nurtures and nourishes it further ...

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Aman Chandra
Aman Chandra
Feb 07, 2021

Touching poem. Prayers for her ☺️

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