Cynosure
Could you have ever thought that one day
You would come and stay with me without dad?
Not once did you let such a thought trespass your lifelong service.
Overwhelmed and blessed am I that you are with me, Mother!
Sad that our slotted time is coming close to an end. Your words like a conjurer's trick
Ushered into every drop of my heart. Mom, I'll always treasure and
Remember these days when you felt it was like a return to your parental home. It is
Eternal bliss that you wish your last breath to be in my arms! I want nothing more!
June 30, 2016
For Nayda Ivette Negron
Cynosure ( a person or thing that is the centre of attention or admiration )
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
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