Mom, Where are your dancing shoes…

Through all life’s fragility,

A Sun; Coco breathes in me

Through words, paints, silence & tears,

I miss him…

& as Resilience he holds my broken pieces

When life weighs hard

I sense him as light spilling through trees

swaying, dancing, asking-

“Mom where are you Dancing shoes?”

As wafts of fragrance envelopes me in

summer months; he lingers…

like the smile of Gods cool breeze

Yes many a suns,

his love has left within…

Have you tasted such a love-

That of Sun Breathes!

Meghna Loke