It is Day 7 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words and I’m bringing you another short poem, a free verse, which is dedicated to my mom’s youngest sister, my aunt, who was more of a friend to me, who still comes to me in my dreams and who lives on in the thoughts of everyone in the family as the most talked about, the most loved and the deeply missed one! To you, dearest Kuttimashi…
We talk of you, even today,
As if you never left at all.
Rooted within, deep in our hearts
as memories, clinging to our souls.
Beyond this chasm, while you roam free,
we live in pain and grieve in silence.
I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019.