top of page
Search

Mom

Updated: Mar 28

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.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All

6 comentarios


P jain
P jain
10 ene 2023

Rajat

each line of your poem is alive

bestest read 👍💐💥

Me gusta
rajatmeresh
rajatmeresh
10 ene 2023
Contestando a

Hey Piyush, great to see you here and thanks for reading😊😊

Me gusta

Amarjit Singh
Amarjit Singh
18 may 2021

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

Me gusta
rajatmeresh
rajatmeresh
19 may 2021
Contestando a

Thanks buddy:)

Me gusta

alpanakishore
10 feb 2021

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 ...

Me gusta

Aman Chandra
Aman Chandra
07 feb 2021

Touching poem. Prayers for her ☺️

Me gusta
© Rajat Meresh
© Copyright protected
  • LinkedIn
bottom of page