Silence....Only Silence! Poem by Namratha Swamy

Never do we understand her importance,
until the day comes,
when we shout from a distance, 'What Amma? , ' and wait to hear her footsteps.
There is silence.....only uncomfortable silence!
May be, just may be, we had taken her for granted...

Our rooms are still unmade,
our clothes, socks, and ties are not in order,
the table is not well kept,
the familiar ringtone of her phone is silent!
May be, just may be, we had taken her presence for granted...

Suddenly, we begin to miss her touch,
the warmth of her voice,
her patient waiting on us,
her stern reminder,
the catch in her voice,
the welled-up spring of her eyes!

Yes, may be, just may be, we have taken her for granted!