Detached Poem by Saju Abraham

She was no more
My mother was no more

I waited for the news at the airport
In the smoke-filled smoke zone
Smoking out pressures of expectation
I cut the phone and smoked one more
As I sipped a cup of cappuccino
Cupboard of memory opened up
Old memories tumbled out
My body shivered to block the emotion
At the washroom I washed my face
With warm frothy water
Laced with a tear gushing down the basin

My own emotions surprised me
She had died in her bed
She was my mother
I had waited for it always