It's always her eyes welling up,

Whenever I feel them in mine

But not today like every tomorrow

She's gone to her new home

And never coming back;

A square of sand and worms,

Made of mud in perfect shape

In which, she will live,

The rest of her days -

And nights in black

With no holding hands,

Finding pieces of rest, on her own

Old home needs her hands to run

We took them for granted, I confess

But we could have them no more

Home will die without her touch

That's when, we miss her much

Retired with no proper bye

And hugs or kisses which -

We can again never ever buy

Oh God, gimme a manual next time

So I could love her nice and.. we'll

'She got no manual too, you f o o l'

An answer in me, said out l o u d.

A pop up of tears in you probably a sign that you love your mom nice and well, good job 👍

😅

Everything about me today happened because someone has offered her best care and support, especially the times when I couldn't even understand how to answer those "Nature calls" properly

There is a piece 

In my heart 

Only for you, Mom ❤️

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