I remember
I was just ten
Heard about ghosts
For the first time
Sleep eluded me
Fear crept my bone
I cried for help
Couldn't sleep alone
Dad laughed at me
But Mom came near
She slept beside me
Took away my fear
I rested in peace
Like I can’t be touched
No ghosts could hurt
While Mom stay’d clutched
I remember
I was in my teen
Gave up milk
Took up caffeine
Then One day
I got ill, took to bed
Medicines didn’t help
Fever struck my head
Quietly in my room
I wept in pain
And like an angel
Mom came in again
Curled in her arms
I lived through the night
Must be a miracle
By dawn, I was alright
Quite too often
Now I wonder
Was Life the real ‘Gift’
Or was it you, Mother!
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