A year on

Last year, this time

My mother was alive

Last year, this night

I was not an orphaned child.

It's a year on the morrow...

Time hasn't flown

There has not been a day

Her demise, I haven't mourned.

Memories and thoughts

Are in a constant brawl... 

Some reminders, many regrets

Linger even as night falls.

Days were not enough

I will never be done

I cry as I reminisce

My mother,

...who'll never come.

- Geetha Raj

Teardrop

 A drop of tear remains

At the corner of my eye

When I wipe it away

Another one finds it's way. 

Unshed, it's there

Reminding me to cry

Of hearbreaks, bad days

Of things going astray

I've made friends with this constant

I've just let it be.

For when everything in life was fleeting

This tear drop chose to stay.