WHERE ARE YOU?

WHERE ARE YOU ?

Those wrinkled hands, they spoke volumes

You patted my back, caressed my head

Applauded for me, held my hand tight

You were my pillar of strength and my steady rock, a gemstone lustrous bright.

In your eyes I saw the sun, moon and all the stars

You were my universe and my world

In your embrace I felt nurtured and loved

Could I ask for more when you could read my mind…

Food blossomed in your kitchen with its own aroma and essence

A simple lentil stew or a tomato soup exuded a regal fragrance

The sunshine in our laughter and the warmth in our hearts

It was the soul curry which soothed our winters, our cozy autumn vibrant…

We were oceans apart waiting to reunite

Hoped that my holidays this year would be jolly and merry

I reminisce the good times we had together

Beneath cerulean skies with laughter and cheer

The table is set with rich plum cake

Seven course dinner and eggnog shake

Our Christmas tree sparkles with lights and a golden star

But now you're in the blue beyond, twinkling away so far…

Now the days seem murky and gray

Our life paths are different, gone astray

How can I celebrate in solitude?

I need lots of will power and fortitude

Thank you for a cache of good memories and happiness multitude

You were a blessing and good fortune

To God I bow down in deep gratitude.

Pic Courtesy:ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour

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