Loved, Respected and Missed ever more with every breath. You're in every conversation in my head and in every silent wish in my heart. 3 years this day and it feels like yesterday.
Stack a twig on top of another,
Weave a nest for the child,
Called a home by the mother.
Cocooned, the child snuggled in warmth,
Nourished and Loved,
In the home of the mother.
Motherly warmth turned twigs drier,
Irked child, yearned to fly higher -
Waved a carefree goodbye to the home of the mother.
Falling twigs, barren home, scanty nest.
Undeterred mother still prayed for the child’s strength,
Prayed till the last twig blew away unfenced by her last breath.
Now the child stacks each treasured twig on top of another.
Yearns to weave a dry nest again -
To engulf in that warm home- like that home of her mother's.
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