Belated...

That mid-night breeze wafts

The memoirs

That she had lost…

She silently dreams about 

The childhood lane

Where still hangs her laughter!

Of toys and fights, she

Cared for,

Tears meanders from her eyes…

She can behold the stars, still

That she saw then

Under the same sky…

Every sunrise brought

The beauty of being together…

The cups of bliss to sip on…

The lace of apron to hold

And run, wearing the heels…

“Catch me, mom!”

Life was different!

Alas…this dawn

She finds no one by her side…

To smile at…

Contentment, hence, belated…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

1:11pm,12/17/2013

To my mom

Photo: http://www.mynewmaster.com/Uploadpic/Pino/big/PATH%20OF%20MEMORIES.jpg

Author's Note

I miss you, mom...

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

Several days ago I had a dream... of a mother and daughter holding each other in a long, loving embrace. It was so powerful that I could feel the strength of their love emanating from the two as I looked on from just beyond their notice. I wonder if it was you two?

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

May be! And I wish, I was the one...Thank you. :) to you.

[Rob Ert]

Many Moms, parents in general, are the best of the best. They are living gods. Holy, Noble, etc.

Good Work. Poems like this give me delight.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks Rob :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and poetry. We do miss those kind people like your mother who touch our life with love. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

:) and bliss. Thank you.

[Leslie Philibert]

poignant, emotional write, like the triolet form..

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks Leslie. :) to you.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

poignant, real and wells with emotion, a telling piece, well done, good read.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks Thomas :)

[Dayran]

Growing up sometimes means to go on and discover the great big world. And sometimes we come back to our favorite times. The difference may lie in the experience of companionship ... how we switch mom for someone else ... and how well we do that. Best wishes of the season ... Sanjeeta.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is devastatingly sad...but so well written..

jacob