Mumma

That innocently naughty smile of yours.

When the Child within you, smiles at us all.

Peering through the clouds of despair,

Ignoring the pain and soaring in the air.

 

The baldness adds to the glow of your sweet presence. All your goodness flows like warm chocolate into that uber cute face of yours...

The eyes that look straight at me, as if seeing through me. The eyebrows that move in a friendly way - as if sharing an intimately naughty secret with their son. I pull your cheeks tenderly, like that of a child. I have felt like one around you in my life so far. It's only apt that you are allowed to do the same today. In your moments of un-ease, when a stroke of fate has exhumed a few memories foul. Never mind your recollection's partial loss, it can be pacifying at times. You're here with me for a long time. I know it in my bones. And you will be happy, peaceful, and joyfully naughty. Like you truly are. Love you. My Mumma.