I Would Bring Her Home
When we got uprooted from the native place
the anchoring nook for driftwood was my mother
who built a deep shadow so no blazing sun I’d face,
strewn pieces of life from the debris I could gather.
She toiled day and night so very hard,
nurtured the sapling with love and utmost care,
opened a sky of hope for the tree growing in backyard,
for whatever I’ve made of myself today I owe her.
On the sea of life from her anchor I sailed away,
wished she had made a new home with me again.
Detached from abode of her heart nowhere she’d stay,
to dislodge her attached mind I tried many times in vain.
I should have refused to listen to her persistent plea,
for I regret she met her end on the lonely track.
I would bring her home to live with me,
if only the hands of time I could turn back.
October 8, 2019
Contest : If only we could turn back the hands of time
Sponsor : Silent One
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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