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
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