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'Holding My Father's Hand'

Holding my Father's hand
As I lie on my mother's bed
In the silent communication-
I feel, I am communicating
The gentle, yet, firm touch of my Father's hand to my mom.

Being in her bed
is like being in her lap...
I can feel her breathe, turn and move.
Every memory of her flows like a river on the mind's map.

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Saturday, June 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: father
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Pushpinder Kaur 29 June 2019

Each journey for a daughter to her Maiden/ Parental Home is 'AN EPIC JOURNEY' undertaken after a lot of meditation, planning and sacrifice. It means sacrificing one responsibility, or rather, many, to fulfill another. It is a daughter's Prayer.

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