The day I lost you mother The will to live I lost too Each moment I ask a million times Why did you have to go away so soon? In all that pain that you calmly suffered You never forgot your radiant smile Gave us hope, filled us with awe With compassion so great and patience divine Your selfless love I cherish, your loving care I miss Your warm hug I crave for Oblivious to me, I try to be you, I become you Your reflection I carry with me An eager ear you lent, to whatever we said In you we found so much to share You valued us and lived for us And now your memories as we bear I miss you every moment, every day Without you, I feel so lost, so empty The day I lost you mother I lost a part of me, whatever was me.
Preeti Govada is a freelance writer and poet. Born and brought up in Hyderabad, she’s done her MBA in Human relations and currently resides at Mumbai with her husband and son. She’s currently working on her upcoming book which is a collection of short stories. She loves observing people around her and integrating their experiences into her short stories and poetry. Besides dabbling at cooking, she enjoys travelling, browsing the internet, reading and spending time with her family. If you’d like to connect with her, you can email her at email@example.com.
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