And so she has left,
leaving us as soft
as her dying breath;
leaving us all
to mourn her death
It is a crisp cool
Monday new
my family has left
leaving me blue
Even the birds chirp sad today
perhaps waiting for sunlight
to make its way
anything to brighten
these brooding clouds
and to clear my gloomy skies
It is still so new to me;
still hard to believe it’s true
With every breath
and every corner I turn
all I see and feel is you
I miss you mom
I miss your warmth
so very much …

Priya Patel

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