Diary of a dying Mom

A heartfelt definition of truth as described by a mom to her son....

                                                       Diary of a dying mom!!!!!!        

Few days are left when I would leave the vale of tears but with me the hopes I bored, the care and affection I poured, the love I defined to my son will remain here with him…………………………………………………………………………….

One day my son asked,” Mom what is truth?” Seeing his glimmering eyes and honey filled smile, I replied:

Truth is that every flower meets her doom,

With a joy that she will again bloom.

Truth is that the leaves of this tree will fall,

With a hope to make a new green call.

Truth is that this day will go dark,

With a benison to bathe in spark.

Truth is that u will grow and so will I

And after sometime u may talk to Thy.

Truth is that u will be alone and bereft,

Standing in the lurch calling my name.

Truth is that I will take u in my lap, hold u in my arms

And

 When u will open your eyes nothing will be the same.

Truth is that love remains in the air

 And there is only one thing to care:

“Truth is the stair leading to extreme,

With every step hinged to supreme.

So no matter what and when and how

You will live like an angel let us vow.”

                                                                          

Reviews

[Liza]

when she recognized death coming, life of senses took over .

[Arielle Ann]

this was truly meaningful and had such a moral touch to itself!

[katyj]

Powerful, emotional read. Written so well