As the lights slowly dimmed,
The sharpness of his vision slowly fading,
Sounds drove him to places,
Scents guided him towards the known,
When senses fail sometimes memories speak to you,
The wrinkles on the face,
The curves on the body,
Darkness had engulfed his sight,
Fears ran amok,
Rioting in his mind,
But as he closed his eyes,
The way his Momma had taught him,
Years before she had passed into the light,
He could see his friends,
Their little hands as they held them together,
And he saw his Momma,
Beautiful as always,
Daffodils in her hair,
Winds blowing her hair slowly,
She held his hands,
Made him Apple Pie,
Just like the 4th of July,
He was at Peace,
The rioters in deep slumber,
As his mind slowly lied down,
He was at home,
He was loved………
“When senses fail sometimes memories speak to you” 👈happens 😶
And My favourite place is home 😄
Loved reading it.
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Thank You Aushi. 😇
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Wow! This is so beautiful, Harsh! Memories are solace sometimes. You connected everything so well
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Thank you Nawaz. I am glad that you liked this one. 😇
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You write so well!
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☺️☺️. Thank you so much for the compliment Nawaz. I am smiling here because of you. 😊. I guess we all are writers in some way or the other. Me, I just a normal being who speaks through his writing. 😇
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😃😃😇😇
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So beautiful Kumar….. home and mama hold your heart so dearly and she has taught you so well, what being a man means with strength and character, Love and kindness, shielding darkness and having hope. ❤️
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Indeed Cindy. A mother for a child will always be his first love. It’s a mother because of whom we become what we become. Thank you so much for adding such beautiful notions to the post. 😇😇
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Awww that is so sweet. That is such a tribute to your mom…. I’ll remind my son Kumar. Have a good day.. NN! ❤️
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😇😇Sleep well Cindy. ❤️
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lovely post. Most of us like to stay home to give quality time to their family💕.
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Indeed. 😇
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Wow..lovely poem. Love this.👌
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Thank you so much Murali. I am glad that you did. 😇
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My pleasure.👍
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There is a time in our lives when mothers and homes become synonymous. And memories of days in the past are what keep us going and bring us peace. Your poetry is beautiful as always, Harsh! I love the intricacies of each moment you described. It was like I lived those words as I read them. ✨
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Indeed Rishika. 😇. Mothers warm our hearts in ways that no one can. I am glad Rishika that you could feel what I wanted to convey through this. 😇 thank you so much Rishika. 😇😇
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Lovely!
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Thank you. 😇
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