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Poetry

First these were the words i wished to tell my parents. They're just hazy memories now, which I don't want to forget. My wistful memories....

Home?

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by XthatonevirgoX

by XthatonevirgoX

The feeling of warm hand
The feeling of home
I remember at night when
She used to come and hug me close

If i was burning with fever
Or running with cold
She would come to me
And hug me close

If I would merely shiver
Or just sigh in sadness
She would ask me, hold me
And hug me close

Now, if I am in pain
Or not able to talk
Burning with fever
Or even crying in cold

I look towards door
Hoping she would come
Ahh! Those were the days
And now I'm missing home..

11 Nov 23 , 2:11 am
To my mother