A mother unknown
She’s a whisper in the wind
I hesitate to ask
Maybe it’s her
Are you my mum?
No I’m theirs
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Where is mine?
Is she in that photo?
She’s in another country
Now the photo is gone
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Why isn’t she here?
Like everyone else’s?
We journey through India
I wonder what she’s like
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We’re greeted with tears
And long embraces
I’m led to a curtain
Behind which she stands
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Do you speak English?
No. You just did
A few words in Panjabi
I’m happy with that
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My cousin asks to play
We pass a man pointing
That’s the girl
Whose mum passed away
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I can’t take that truth
At the tender age of five
I’ll stick with the pretence
Keep his words to myself
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They’re trapped inside me
Seasoned with questions
But as time passes
So do those closest to her
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I am her legacy
My daughter is mine
Through this tie
We’re forever intertwined
About the Creator
P. K. Gani
I'm an avid reader exploring fragments of my imagination and revisiting moments in writing. I hope others enjoy what I piece together.
Comments (6)
Ahhhhh, Very emotional and Beautiful crafted poem!
This is a very emotional, finely crafted poem!
I must say this is a beautiful piece!!! I'm glad that I come across this. Congratulations and sending love! ❤❤
Very beautiful. Congratulations
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, so good
This tugged at my heartstrings. So poignant. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️