Souvenir
As I sat on my desk,
Hurrying with my pent up work,
A scrap of paper, left uncared,
Clumsily scrawled by tender hands,
Swept me right off my feet.
Distressing thoughts came undulating,
With a wave of remorse, surging over.
I see you darling, before my eyes,
Lying still in wreaths of blooms,
Your eyes so peacefully closed,
The delicate curls, bordering your face,
The innocent smile fading from your lips,
In a coffin, amid wailing friends and kin,
Like a vanishing dream, you lay.
In deep quiet, your body reposed,
Unmindful of everything around.
I still recall the day it occurred.
I was impatient with you as you dawdled,
With toys and trinkets, strewn all around.
I irritably motioned to clear the mess,
And rattled off like the stern sergeant,
To get dressed and be off to school.
You departed in a shuffle,
Your face cast down to hide the hurt.
Before the wall clock struck nine,
Before the tiffin packed and kept,
You came dressed in grey pinafore,
Your long hair braided on either side,
And flashing ribbons tying the ends,
With the satchel, lying heavily on your back.
As you were about to leave,
You turned sheepishly to my side,
And shouted out in tremulous words,
‘Bye Mommy, Bye……! '
Never I guessed it be a parting knell!
Before long, like a lightning came
The news of the school bus colliding with a truck!
A chill of fear ran down my spine,
Awful thoughts went spinning through.
It crushed my spirits, as I learnt,
Late that evening, you were gone!
Each time as I rehearse the scene,
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poem by Valsa George
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