Her Chair
hush now my daughter
let lamplights crown your damp hair
waiting for beaded prayers
to bathe teary sky
empty Mom's chair rocks no more…
heaven sails with her pearled lips
Choka Me, Dr. Ram Mehta
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2014
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