She Smiles Through Me Poem by vimal ramchandra

She smiles through me,
but I fail to see,
her hand over my head,
has always been,
Her thoughts are like
a feather
She's my mother.
Can't hold her by my thoughts,
Can't tie her by my soul,
Time will be a healer,
Time will only console.
Her thoughts are
like a feather
She's my mother.
Memories of her shall
always stay with me.
Through my eyes,
Someday my daughter shall see.
Her thoughts are
like a feather, She's my mother.