Category : Poems
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The way you spoke still sound as loud as the drops
Of a heavy rain in my ears.
The memories of you are still a rose that's planted alongside a river.
When a thought of you bangs in my mind, I used to cry
Until I couldn't anymore.
My heart would beat like the movement of a sloth,
But that is no more.
Now I smile when I think of how you were full of beans
And when they tell me you were a versatile,
A woman of all seasons.
You were fresh as a daisy,
You were a class of your own.
My heart fills with extreme delight when I realise you had feet of clay
Yet even so, I found you head and shoulders above.
I have learnt to cuddle with my pillow thoughts of you
With great gladness
Because I know they will never fade away.
To my late mother : Happy Mothers Day.