Another World
Death has separated
A mother
From her son
My mother
Who was
Always beside me
In all my trials
And tribulations
In my success
And my triumphs
Suddenly got up
And walked away
Leaving the family behind
My mother
Has permanently
Migrated to
A distant land
She has
Moved to
Another world…
She might be
So far away
Yet,
We feel her presence
In our midst
She has
Left for her
Heavenly abode
But a mother
Is always a mother
And, she still peeps out
Of a wooden frame
That hangs on the wall
Of our Living Room
To ensure
That all is well
And, to shower her blessings
Upon all of us
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
