Amma

Some days there is no comfort for our loss, 

No gentle words or gestures can woo us - 

Your touch and your caress are what we crave; 

Things we no longer have.

On these days, we know for a fact,

That moment when you left us -

Alone, bereft;

Life too should have stumbled and stalled.

Every day the sun rises and it sets

We learn new things,

We laugh and smile,

We try, we cry and we even sleep.

Life has become bearable:

We live and let live.

We think of you all the time – 

Sometimes aloud, sometimes deep inside our soul.

Then, there are days like this -

When tears threaten to spill - 

We dream of your warm hands, your dimpled smile

Your unmoving, unending and undying love for us

Your soft brown eyes and your beautiful heart.

Memories to get us through the day,

Memories to help us smile,

And a feeling deep within that you are in our heart, 

That you are our soul’s beauty,

Our mind’s courage.

And this is our pithy solace - 

That even though you are not here 

You are here after all.