Yet I remember what you said as a secret my poor Mom; 'Your delivery was very painful and it's like a Tug of War.
The placenta almost wrapped around your neck and the awful cry lasted a long.'
Yes Mom! Since then still I am crying, but nobody listens as it's an inner cry.
Thanks, You have taken me to a specialist doctor on several occasions in the past.
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Very elegiac. Your mother is always as close to you as a poem thought. take care. Kind regards, Sandra
Great title to this poem of anguish and emotional weight. Your mother obviously made a huge impression on you, Nimal. Now sad to be separated from one who suffered so much bringing you into the world. The knitted facecloth adds such a poignant touch, too. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥