The patterns on my bed sheet
Take me back to those days
When I used to sit
In a nearby park
With feelings of emptiness
But the pink colour
Of my bed sheet also reminds me
Of those flowers
Which always smiled at me
And whispered to me
About the joyful life
I am living now.
My mother’s love is hidden
In my long strands of hair.
They are not just strands but a treasure.
I still remember how my mother
Used to oil my hair.
The pair of little shoes
Worn by my daughter
Were once my shoes
Gifted to me by my mother.
They are not just a pair of shoes
But a house of sweet memories.
My watch, purse and many things
In my house are old and have faded
But they still appear
New to my eyes.
My dear child
You had the most amazing eyes. Twinkling with innocence and curiosity
you became my world and my life. Listening to you reciting rhymes was
my only treat. Your little hands always trying to help me and wiping off
my tears seemed very sweet. There were times you made me angry but
glaring at you was never my part as you were my only child. I almost died
the day your father left us but prayed to god to keep me alive until I behold
you as the most beautiful bride. I never thought that I would lose you forever.
I am the culprit and it was all my mistake. Perhaps, I should have prayed for
you instead. You were my breath and my only child. Your smile was the reason
of my life. Now that you’re not with me, ‘grief’ has become my child.