I never had enough of you,
Yet, I had a lot.
You mean so much
And I still miss you,
Mother.
Through the words of my mouth;
I reminisce,
The prayers that you gave.
The smiles that you wore
The warmth that you had
The pains of fights that you tore.
With whom I recited my first words
With whom blessed my blossom checks,
With whom I listened to amidst the odds,
It was you who canoodled my young shoulders in courage.
Whenever I fell on my heels.
You are alive in the world I live
Your presence is still felt.
I still hear your whispers in the wind
When I am deep asleep
As if you sneak to see me too.
In the stormy nights,
Your heart of patience nestled in me.
How can I forget?
I never had enough of you,
Yet, I had a lot.
You mean so much
And I still miss you,
Mother.
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My Last Days
Poetry#1 in the figure of speech #2 In the peace of mind #4 in elegy #8 in rest This is a collection of elegies, filled with words of grief, sadness, and loss. Elegy poems are full of mourning, but this would heal with lines of memories and self-courage...
