Thursday, July 02, 2020

There was amma
Then no amma
There was a now
Then a forever no after.


Was it quick?
Did she linger?
Should I have fought harder?


A whirl of people
A lot of food
A lot of nodding
At
'Your mother was so beautiful'


Days

S l o w

Days


One
After
Another


Of catching myself in a corner
wanting to cry
out
LOUD.


Do the dead visit?
No.
Do the dead haunt dreams?
Yes.


Now I’ll never learn
how to make
Lemon pie
Gingerbread biscuits
and
Scones
Like she did.


In a cupboard are her sarees
which I don’t want to wear.
her books on gurus
I don’t want to read.
and her perfume,
I don’t want gone.

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