Tribute: My Lady
Warming smile of loving hugs, a beautiful figure still. The lady who feeds me well. She makes sure whenever too hard pushed I stop myself. And makes sure whenever ill i rest well. Call home not today, when I know I should but just couldn't. Again that sinking feeling visits, and sunny weather reflects not my mood. Only blue and just blue is all I feel. Mother's Day it is, the day I fail not to give a card. A day to be home a pattern, a tradition. But all broken today i have, extra empty I can only feel. In a crowd of students I sat, fingers scrolling through Facebook's newsfeed. Envy seeps through my mind as I see, friends do what I couldn't. Not all of them to be fair, but most of them still anyway. Moments recollect itself like clockwork, across brain-heart barrier. Joy and sorrow memories my memento with her. My throat tightens, my eyes water. Searching for a photo of us, i try to. Yet add much to my distress I find. For not many exist,
