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