The Yellow Curtain
The Curtain in my room is pale yellow,
With unique embroidered golden leaves on it,
My mother lived in this room for a little while,
And unknowingly left a part of her,
She told me, she loved the curtain.
Waking up at the first light of dawn,
She used to gaze at the enthralling golden leaves,
And ponder about every one in her life,
Each enigmatic leaf reminded her
Of each of her beloved ones.
She prayed for them,
With inimitable tenderness, whispering,
Uttering each and every name,
Each and every person precious in her life,
And in the end,
The names were countless!
The Yellow Curtain still hangs there.
First Place - In Loving Memory Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
May 23, 2020
Copyright © Malabika Ray Choudhury | Year Posted 2020
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