A mother’s loss

Wake up my child, my wee bundle of joy

Wake up my heart, my breath, my boy.

Wake up now for the world is calling

Wake up now as my hopes are falling.


Wake up now and cry out aloud

Wake up, my baby, make me a mum proud.

Wake up this instant as time is slipping by

Wake up as my despair is now making me cry.


Alas, the time to wake up has now gone

I lost you, my firstborn, my son.

Sleep well now in the arms of angels

You are free of all of life’s travails.



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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