She Was Here Poem by HB Rita

When she comes,
The essence of flowers adorned the whole room
Stopping the winds, she walks quietly room to room
The windows opened in a loud voice
She hung her hair and sit beside the window
Black long hair touches her waist
I leer her silently
When she turns back, I close my eyes
Pretend like a fool soaked in a deep sleep
Then, she comes forward to me without sound, with no feel
I feel the terrible emptiness on her face
I do not see anything else
Gradually I burn to ashes for not able to touch her
She pulls the cover on me
She hums a song
Her fingers touches clearly on my head
I tremble with shock
Breath taking terrible silence in the room
Even in the dark, I realize the feel for touching her!

Every night she comes, so I stay awake
She makes me sleep and walks room to room
In the kitchen, she moves things around
I hear the sound sharply
She comes back to my room again
With gentle walk
Essence of flowers spreads in the room, again
She tuck the silver made key chain in her waist
She folds my clothes, arrange shoes on the shoe rake
I look at her with horror
Anxiety holds me tight
With tears I hold my breath
If she listens! If she goes away!
Invisible connections with her increases mourning;
In the middle of the night, my heart cries out of the stupid life
Her face is not seen, only I can see her hair
The tears flow in the eyes and invites for a storm
And once, I lost in the memories of canvas!

In the morning, I wake up with the feel of her presence
I search her in my room
Sitting on the floor I scream out;
She is not anywhere
Dad said, my suffering is called illusion
I find her foot prints going into delusion
Yes! My mother's footprint!
She was here
She comes every night to make me sleep
I can feel her presence but can't touch her
Every morning I scream, I cry, get exhausted searching for her
And immediately after that I feel;
My Mother is touching me with her cold hands!