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At least in my dreams

By Adithya, India
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 It’s been forty years now
since he came into My life,
now I’m sitting here
probably in my death bed
reminiscent of him
and he’s not here.

. I still remember the day
when he was born.
I had never seen someone so tiny,
Oh! He was beautiful,
I could look into his dove eyes
and forget about all the pain
I endured while I birthed him.

. I still remember the day
when he first called me Mamma.
A joy which I’ve never experienced
before,
ran through my veins just then.
But…….. He doesn’t remember me
anymore,
hence no visits.

. He has a life of his own
a life that came out of me
a life which I was a part of
but not anymore and
I have no claim over it.

. Maybe,
I wish!
But still unsure…
He may come for my funeral.
Or maybe he won’t
because maybe he won’t have
a clean black suit.
You can’t be in mourning without it.

. And maybe because
he doesn’t have any tears to shed
or a heart to love.
But still I wish,
at least in my dreams
I’ll hear his voice once again
……………calling me Mamma.