Ah, It’s A Mom’s Way

Ah, Its A Moms Way short poem

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Unrequited love is heartache
Was what an eight year old had
Taken home and told his mom
While quizzed about the movie
He had gone along with his elder cousins
Being the best friend she was and
Always been, clasped him in a
Tight embrace, ruffled his hair and
Gave a sweet peck on his cheek
Thirty years from then is almost half a lifetime and
Many unrequited and few reciprocated
Relations later, that eight year old
Today has an eight year old son
Despite all those years
I could still remember that day and
Feel in all its sweetness, what
Mom has imprinted on that day.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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Shetall Ramsinghani
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Beautiful 🙂 enjoyed reading it ….

Nadeem Qazilbash
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We remember that special feeling, and we pass it on to the next generation, it makes life worth living.

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