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
Thank you so much. Welcome to my writing space 🙂
Some losses are irreplaceable, and memories become our solace.
Beautiful poem, Sulekha.
Vinitha, losing loved ones is the worst feeling in the world.
This is so heartbreakingly beautiful!
Thanks, Soumya.
An irreplaceable loss Sulekha, it pains to read this. I hope you’re okay.
Jayanthy, I am getting there slowly. Thanks for your kind words.
Hugs, Sulekha! Losing our loved ones is the worst kind of heartbreak. Nothing every remains the same with them gone away 🙁
Shilpa, the feeling of being completely helpless and sad is indescribable.