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.


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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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