POETRY

Echoes of Love

Neatly folded clothes waiting to be put away in a closet filled with nostalgia

Memories unfold as I unravel my mother’s saree that still seems to hold her fragrance

Mixed with Champa* flowers that she loved to tuck under her pillow within pages of her books, on her shelf

A potpourri of love ever fresh, forever there reassuring, grounding

Reminders of shared coffee whispered conversations laughter unbridled

Her warm hugs hand squeezes, her smiles have kept me going

Moments I can’t talk about secret fears I hold inside when unshed tears threaten to escape

Her diary, her precious words fill my being give me strength