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A Mother's Yearning

A Mother's Yearning

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As I fumble through your pictures

I keep telling myself no I don't miss you but....

I miss scrambling my way through the scattered books on the floor

I miss searching things in the maze of clothes hanging through the ever open wardrobe's door

I miss the random posters of weird looking "stars" on the walls

I miss the red and white guitar and the green tennis balls

I miss the cacophony that you called the song of your favourite rockstar

I miss the constant blabbering from the back seat of my car

I miss the crumpled bedsheet on your cluttered bed

Which amazingly always had space for you to sleep

I miss the constant alarm in the morning going Beep beep

I miss the empty pizza boxes and the cans creating an ugly sight

Our constant arguments on this landing into a useless fight

And when I call you now though I always seem in a jest

But deep inside my heart...I yearn to say

"Fly back home my little one ,come back to my empty nest"


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