My Mom

Sitting with palms on cheeks

I started feeling meek

Weak and low in confidence

Missing someone’s presence

 

Someone who mattered so much

who cared with a loving touch

I missed her

more and more

The farther she went

It got easy to vent

Messed up was I

Only who cared was she

She was my sun shine

Without her I felt like a vine

I never told her

whenever she was near

that how much I cared

and even more I loved

Never did I show any emotion

Though she had the notion

I will wait for her arrival

Till then will be busy in revival