Echoes of Love – a poem
Neatly folded clothes
waiting to be put away
in a closet filled with nostalgia
Memories unfold
as I unravel my mother’s saree
that still seems to hold her fragrance
Mixed with Champa* flowers
that she loved to tuck under her pillow
within pages of her books, on her shelf
A potpourri of love
ever fresh, forever there
reassuring, grounding
Reminders of shared coffee
whispered conversations
laughter unbridled
Her warm hugs
hand squeezes, her smiles
have kept me going
Moments I can’t talk about
secret fears I hold inside
when unshed tears threaten to escape
Her diary, her precious words
fill my being
give me strength
