An Acute Ache
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
Your ancestors had built me, brick by brick, with devotion,
I withstood the sun and shower and earthquake commotion;
Your birth in me, like a little doll, gave me immense pride,
How I cherished your creeping, crawling, and dandy horse ride...!
Your sleeping, rising, walking, running, singing, and dancing,
In your reading, writing, drawing, and painting advancing;
In Your eating and drinking, dressing up and making-up,
I have taken pleasure in your bird-like nimble, quick sup...!
Your first school, first satchel, and first fancy materials,
Your graduation, first job, wedding, and such serials,
Each event of your life, O child mine, I'd been witnessing,
Never at any of your steps, you found me grimacing...!
You have grown, now, physically and psychically, much,
In health, wealth, learning, and love you now lack nothing as such;
For the sake of your dream palace, you have abandoned me,
As though a ghost, my very face you do not want to see...!
I am not, yet, frightened of my loneliness and neglect,
Though day by day, I am by winds and storms and tempest wrecked;
I just want to feel your presence within for short instants,
Lest an acute ache eats me up and ends my existence...!!!
27 May 2023
Writing Challenge - C Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
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