The Lost Touch
Mother celebrated my each birthday,
offering sweets to friends and family,
in her own unique way she herself made,
the treats I remember even today.
To new abode she has gone leaving me.
Time wades.
For my birthday now none ever bothers,
but on my last birthday I wasn’t dismayed,
my daughter from far sent a cake for me.
She let me feel the lost touch of mother
that stayed.
October 29, 2020
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Contest : The Speaker
Sponsor : Sara Kendrick
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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