• almaarchisman 9w

    “Mom one more”
    She made one more paratha!
    She stood cooking till she believed,
    She had made enough for extra people also.
    She prayed and preached,
    She taunted and screamed,
    We gossiped and read.
    We opened our childhood album,
    And clothes and toys,
    I laughed but she smiled.
    We tried dresses and clicked pictures,
    She told childhood stories,
    Of mine and others.
    She held me in her arms,
    As i went to sleep.
    We are making memories,
    For days and years to come.

    ©almaarchisman