My Heart
When I sit with my hand over my heart.
I am healing by talking to my mom.
We are together even when apart.
Her dear sweet memory, my soothing balm.
While out walking I look up at the sky
Try to get a glimpse of her pretty face
To spare her the heartache I dare not cry
She can see through my smile in any case.
Yesterday we said goodbye forever
I refuse my today and tomorrows
Time and distance cannot our bond sever
I reject joy and embrace my sorrows.
With stories of heartbreak the world is rife.
Losing loved ones is the harsh truth of life.
– Sulekha
So so true Sulekha.Nothing is more aching than the loss of our dear-one. The winds whisper their voice ,The eyes flow now n then with no choice…
I can feel your pain here which you’ve penned beautifully