• not_bard_yet 5w

    she waited
    everyday, near the door frame
    for her son
    day and night
    were mere passings of time
    it's been too long
    too many years have passed by
    her eyes ached
    tears dried up
    and yet there was a downpour
    everytime she thought of him
    her heart stirred
    deepest of memories remembered
    the first touch, the first cry
    the first time he suckled at her breast
    his joy, his anger
    she couldn't take it anymore
    and crumbled like a deck of cards
    crying inconsolably
    an arm picked her up
    slowly
    stunned, she looked up
    ecstasy had no barriers today
    atlast he has returned

    ┬ęthe_hurt_poet