you had the softest hands, your palms smoothed
by years, the lines erased by time. How I held
how I held those hands in mine, whispered
in your ear that it was okay to let go.
Not the suffering, not the pain, nor the hurt
we caused each other, none of it matters
anymore. I lie in your bed, the heat crushing
the air around me as it moves emboldened
by a fan that gives no relief. So this is what it’s like
This is what it’s like to miss you, to carry you
in my heart for now there is no where
I can go and say, “Look, Ma, I’m here!”
ipsita banerjee 
Your tribute is heartbreaking and beautiful, Ipsita. Remembering your mom as teacher and colleague. So sorry for your loss.
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Thank you!
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Hugs for you Ipsita. I know now why the words ‘just flowed’. I’m sorry for your loss.
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I’m so very sorry for your loss…
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I can relate. My condolences.
But such a powerful tribute!
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Thank you!
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