ma mère

Where is the love now,
that he experienced once,
from his mother,
when he was a child ?
Could that love
ever be born back ?
His mother is old and frail
and she pines for him.
How much times have changed.
He was a little boy
to his  mother and now
a grown up adult.


He has seen ten countries and
yet his mother
knows only the kitchen
and her rituals.
Guilt consumes him. Like a lightning,
his thoughts wandered very quick.
The climes change at the blink of one’s eye
yet his mother is destined to remain in the kitchen.

All she is left with are her fond memories.
And the smell of him when she held the little being
close to her breasts to feed the little baby
that once he was. Life is happening.

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