Friday, July 29, 2016

Visit by ma

I was at page 214
when I succumbed to slumbers.
For the umpteenth time.
Unknowingly. Automatically.
The edges of my spectacles
digging painfully under my eyes.
Wincing, I woke up.
Bright white light overhead,
an open book beneath.
Ma used to visit my bedroom silently,
closing my books,
removing my glasses,
turning off the lights
and running her hands through my hair.
Then, I left home.
To make something of my life.
While 14 years later,
I am not sure if I succeeded,
I definitely miss those silent visits.
Grudgingly, I let sleep over power me.
Emotions, however, can wait.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: emotion


  1. There are still times I will watch my grown son sleep. The time has passed so quickly since he was a child, but I can still see that little boy in his quiet face.

    1. Mother's heart remains same despite geographical variations


Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.