'Grottoes' Poem by Pushpinder Kaur

Grottoes


How I try Mother,
My hardest,
The hardest that I can
To put my thoughts on things other than you;
To take my raving mind to other corners-
No matter what I do
Or where I go
Trying to pass the day in all positivity
Doing different chores,
Fulfilling all my duties
That the daily calls of life
Call upon me-

However, somewhere,
Everywhere and every time
The conversation is going on with you
In the mind-
In the innermost recesses of the mind
In the innermost
Grottoes of my being…

So it is reassuring, Mother,
When I talk to you
In my mind, that you are there-
And not gone;
Yet the ailing mind
edges towards the last glimpses of you,
each step of the
last farewell-
which shall remain with me
till the very last
as long as time will last.

Dedicated in your beloved memory to you, my Dear Mother!