Even from grave
Mother only gave
And forgave
My ignorance
About love's essence
What did I know?
When wind would blow?
When air shall turn gentle?
We all are ignorant people
She took nothing
Only provided something
The world of belonging
With her not sleeping
Feeding for nine months
Sleepless with fear of death
Who shall be on earth?
Heavily leaving behind the breathe
You may not remember
As family member
But she shall remember even from grave
Advising to be sensible and behave
Ha! 13 Jun by She doesn't dance anymore to Even from grave
You may not remember As family member But she shall remember even from grave Advising to be sensible and behave
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Renee Drummond-Brown Thank you Hasmukh Mehta for your wonderful compliments as it relates to my scribe. On another note* Hasmukh Mehta your poem is excellent. Thank you for sharing it. Author Renee Drummond-Brown (Renee's Poems with Wings are Words in Flight) . Like · Reply · 12 hrs