Licking the spoon the little girl sat for long.
There was nothing left on the plate
nothing in the spoon to lick
both were empty and plain.
The little girl was in a world
not very near but far
thinking of her mother
who had left her a year ago.
Alone now with her father
longing for her mother’s touch
she most often goes in a trance
longing to get back to her mom.
Not knowing her mother has gone
too far beyond reach
Not knowing that her mother will not come
the girl waited for her all day.
The father busy on his own
provided her needs
but could not give her the warmth
a mother could extend.
In days to come mostly very soon
she would come to know
that her mother has left her always
but sees her from the skies.
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