Ma (09.10.1935 – 15.04.2023) #glopowrimo

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!”

6 Comments Add yours

Meena Philip says:

Your tribute is heartbreaking and beautiful, Ipsita. Remembering your mom as teacher and colleague. So sorry for your loss.

Arti Jain says:

Hugs for you Ipsita. I know now why the words ‘just flowed’. I’m sorry for your loss.

I’m so very sorry for your loss…

I can relate. My condolences.
But such a powerful tribute!

ipsita banerjee