Wind blows through the screen
as breakfast cools by her bed
I touch her shoulder
she's lifeless
Alone again you and I mother,
you must awake
so few summers left
Can you sit with me and we
will trace our moments
on yellowed paper
I clutch her wrist
she remains in dreams
eyes sealed weary with age
Awake mother
the racing in my heart
needs the ritual prayers of old
Shall we say a 'Hail Mary'
together
I lift her to sit
she gazes without smile
but obediently eats
eyes open weary with age
The wind blows
and I and memories
whisper our prayer alone
under white oleander skies
A fascinating poem, expressing the bond of love between a mother and her daughter. A little poignant
Thank you Unnikrishnan! We indeed had a very special bond. I miss her everyday.
I am the caregiver for my Mother and sometimes she gives me quite the scare - poetry is a great way to express your feeling at such a moment. Thanks for reading :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem pennded about the pure blood relation; nice to read the poem; congrats for being selected the poem as POD
Thank you so much Mahtab!