Woven Memories

looking from my window

down the street

the children's playing cricket

& women's doing shopping

the loud screams of vendors

the loud noises of vehicles

i sit in my room

and watch it all happen

only to remember...

i was like those children's

my mother was like those women's

time pulled its dirty tricks

leaving me to count days alone

and taking my mother with him

far beyond the horizon

where my hands feel short

leaving me with memories

sown in my head

like a cloth woven from wool

About- This poem is about one of the most important person in my life whose void can never be filled by any person. I love and miss my mother so much.