There Is Something Missing

By Sonali Mehta

Years passed, the moments are still alive

sleeping in your lap taking a short nap whenever I used to weep you get up from your sleep this was the story of every night you had to suffer a lot just to see me smile and look bright

Days were more tough you had to suffer a lot though Kitchen and me where to see running here and there just like a Mare still I found you always beside me keeping yourself free

who knew the time flew the person always beside you there had to go somewhere.

Likewise, my mother also had to go before I grow all I know is I had to live alone seeing her photo

from 16 years I am rolling my tears not because I am helpless just because no one can fill mother's space

In 1999, the seed you sown In 2022, it has totally grown the sweet little dependent girl has become strong and dependent pearl.

blessed to have this family

the people around are very friendly

nature is so blissful

everything here looks beautiful

birds, butterflies, and other creatures

but I am missing just one soft feather

and that's the hand on my head

of my passed away mother

By Sonali Mehta