Waking up in the midnight
got up with a start right
memories kept flooding in
of times when my sons were in.
Their voice calling “mama”kept ringing.
Unknowingly went walking
to their rooms in search of them.
Unlocking ran in to see them.
None was there to greet me
Only the empty beds stared at me.
Just ran my fingers through their bed
held their pillows to the bosom with eyes red.
They live in countries across the continents.
Each one away from the other in a land distant.
Talking and seeing in Skype in an instant.
Well that is how it has been destined.
Brushing aside the tears with trembling hands
made my way back to my room in a tottering stand
slowly slipped on my bed completely devastated
straining to close my eyelids to a complete rest.
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