Love Never Fades

The period is a blessing or curse 

Why did people say it is accursed?

Amidst the deafening silence, I entered the house under the midnight sky.

“Who are you?”, came a voice,

Making me freeze.

I turned around,

To meet the most familiar yet unknown eyes.

They scrutinised me for a while,

Trying to search the remains of me in her memory.

I looked at her,

With care and plead,

The hope of her remembering at least my name.

“I asked, who are you?”, she yelled again.

I looked down,

Controlling the urge to shake her up and ask,

“Do you remember me now?”,

But all I did was put back a smile,

And tenderly I said, “Just someone passing by.”.

She looked at me again with those curious eyes,

Making me realise she was also trying hard to recognise,

If I was someone she knew, maybe even for a while.

“Passing by through the gates of my house?”, she asked with suspicion dripping off her mouth.

I looked around for help.

But under the midnight sky, it was just the moon, me and my whole world crumbling down.

“I didn’t know this was your house.”, I replied trying so hard to make her believe,

But it was an old habit of hers,

To play the best detective.

“What is in the packet?”, she asked.

I looked down remembering the reason why I came around.

How should I tell, it is a gift for her?

For giving me birth and raising me up.

“It is a gift, for my mom”, I said.

She smiled and no matter how much I tried,

A tear managed to slip by.

Her smile is what I lived for then,

And her smile is what I live for now.

“Your mom is lucky to have someone to wish her, I wish I had a child too.”, she said.

Her eyes showing how her soul was depressed.

I took her hands in mine,

Feeling and cherishing the warmth after such a long time.

These hands used to caress my cheek,

These hands were the sole cure to all my fears,

And now these hands don’t remember me at all,

These hands have forgotten their own blood flesh and soul.

She looked at me with a question in her eyes,

I placed the packet in her hand,

And turned to leave without a goodbye.

“Wait, my dear!”, she said.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

I turned around to see her eyes full of tears.

“My small baby is so grown up.”, saying she smiled.

I ran and hugged her tight.

It was a relief to feel her hands also going around my form,

I could again feel that warmth.

She caressed my face,

Her eyes trying to store in every detail.

She opened the packet and teared up,

It was a diary I wrote for her.

My mom is the best, the cover page said,

And the diary was a souvenir of our relationship which she tends to forget.

“Get me some water, my throat is dry”, mom said.

Without wasting a second, I stood up and into the house, I went.

I got her a glass of water,

Not knowing how deep I am going to drown in it.

“Who are you?”, the lady asked again.

This time I just smiled,

That little moment of ours was enough to last a lifetime.

She scrutinised me again with her beautiful eyes,

I gave her the glass,

And I left the house.

Tears in my eyes,

And on my lips a light smile.

Even though my heart raced,

Showing how desperate I was,

To feel her love again.

But she was my mom,

Always putting my well-being before hers,

And this time the duty was mine,

To be her mom and guide her right.

 I had been a nurse, teacher, chef and even a stranger to her.

But every midnight I take my real role back,

and for those few minutes, I cherish her the way she was,

and for those few minutes, she remembers she is a mother too.

Her disease might have made her lost connections with her truth,

But our bond cannot be lost this soon,

For 9 months she kept me in her womb,

Her mind doesn’t remember me but her heart knows who I am.

And this heart of hers is what gives us a moment,

To feel the bond we share,

And in those few minutes,

No matter how many times I tell her that,

‘MOM I love you,

It always seems less.

Because no matter how she is now,

She will always be the best mother one could have.

And I feel glad,

That she is the one that I have.