Her gentle kiss
Mother,
You are not here to soothe my restless night,
To kiss my dawn and make mornings bright.
No gentle hands to brush the dust away,
Or calm the storms my weary heart conveys.
Copyright © Shabana Shajahan | Year Posted 2024
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