For you Coco, I’ve Bloomed Flowers

& then he said;

Let Flowers Bloom through your Wounds

Let Water- Wash, Breathe, Soothe dying pores

“For you Deserve More than you were Given!”

Let thy Fatigued wings from whom Sun too Borrows its light-

Fly!

Mom, Pain is something that Shone our Hearts light

While many An Unsung-Songs & Hopes Died

Mom,

Hold No More…

Let’s Fly,

For I’m in your every tear, unspoken word & Flowers,

That Bloom through your every wound

That for long, under thy skin,

You’ve hide!

Now We Shall Stop for none,

“Mom, Let’s Fly!”

Cocos constant presence of love, His Silence & the way he touched my heart through all the years of Chronic pain of Lupus, Alone carried me through.

& even now his love makes me go on, inspite of all odds

Meghna Loke