Mother

The moment I call on my home
And have a glance of Mom
I call her out.
How mellifluous the word mother sounds
Her ‘ yes honey’ travels into my ears
And I get carried to a world so sublime
That pains and anxiety accumulated over the time recede surreptitiously
Then I am not me.
©jeyforyou

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