She often talked of her mother
Dying on an auspicious day
I see as she breathes her own last
How much she can have her way
Her death isn’t quick in coming
The last three days an endless wait
As friends and family drop by
With Death waiting just outside the gate
Her face cradled in my arm
Her head resting on my thigh
We feel her slipping by
The ear strains for the final sigh
I just know I want my mother to live
The mind screams - Isn’t it too early to go?
But with her suffering so long
This will only be her relief we know
Death has a stealth in its final stride
Does she sense its fear?
She's left us. Left us...
too stunned for a single tear
Where next, I ask, will I see you mother?
Many a times in the years that follow
The eyes seek her from memories of the heart
The heart swells with the tears I swallow
Then I see her in my heart, and in the hearts of so many
Whose lives she has touched
Showing us whatever ordeal comes our way
Our spirit needn’t be crushed
In her life and in her death, she has shown
What it is to treasure, to retain the zest for life
To live with dignity and cheer
Come sorrow, pain or strife
It’s been twelve years you’ve been gone
But Death isn’t about taking away of lives
As your light lives in so many of us
It is in seeing your love of life
That our heart, our soul thrives
- Copyright Dipali Ekbote
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