Heart aches...

by Meena Krish   Nov 24, 2013


Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile,
I reminisce occasions
and memories of you...

My heart aches
aches to believe that it's true,

I sort out your
old and new shoes
trying each one once more,
I'm still that little girl who cannot
fill your shoes

My heart aches
each day it aches even more,

Seeing you clad in white
cold and motionless you lie,
I try to grasp why you left
without a kiss or a goodbye

My heart aches
aches with ripping screams...

My heart aches maa
it aches,
for you will never awake
to cradle or heal the deepest wound
which my heart has found...

never.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Simply Superb!!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Hellon

    This is such a sad write and something I can relate to as I've had to do the same thing myself unfortunately. I think, unless you have experienced having to pack someone's life and memories away you don't fully understand the emotional strain of it all. You have done a very good job here Mina...sorry for your loss.

  • 4 years ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    Wow very nice poem. Heart touching

  • 4 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    Am speechless!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Sincuna

    This seems like a sad goodbye, the reflection of longing and loss of a parent filters through the poem real well. What makes it intimate with the reader is the insertion of specific moments such as the piling of clothes and the speaker's remembrance of filling in the parent's shoes as if she was a little girl again. But the sadness rushes in when the clad and white motionless part is introduced. Such sadness. And the end explains that there were previous heartaches that could be cured, but now couldn't, because the person has passed and the heartache just rides the wind endlessly, like an echoing voice.