A letter I will never post

I sit here to write down my thoughts to you my child,

In my feeble attempt to include you in my mundane life.

I know you will never read the words I pen,

Yet, my love makes me sit down and do this often.


Even though we met briefly before you were taken,

I still harbor the belief that someday I will awaken;

To your memories not bringing me so much agony

Your loss has been my life’s greatest tragedy.


I wish we had had longer a spell together,

Before you were snatched away from me, forever.

But, one day we shall meet again, I am sure.

That day we will chat of what we lost & more.


I know that I pen a letter that I will never post

For where you reside is only the abode of the lost.

Dear departed boy, rest always in peaceful slumber

I will always love you my child, all my love, your mother.

Image – Debby Hudson via unsplash



About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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