It's a love story ......She took his name, he took her name and that was all she heard.

The face expression changes with a smile but the pain inside never heals., even though people say time heals.

Even though the memory never fades , but good memories flood her heart.

Even though he is not here with her , he is seeing her every night. How blessed she is, to have her visit him in every dream they ever made.

Though she cries almost everyday, dying from a Pandemic is almost unaware. She knows that she has "Depression & Anxiety" now, she said she wants to improve.
She wants to go back to cooking & the things she loves to do.
I don't want her to hurry , cause I don't want her to go, she is 70 years old.
I want to improve her , bring her back to life , I want her to be my mother and let her memories stay alive.
I am sorry if I made you cry, writing is my way to cry & heal. My sisters cried , my Neice helped me to cry, my friends tried, but I still didn't cry . But when I write it's the only thing that makes me cry. This will help me to heal, only then can I heal someone else. Someone who needs me , someone whom I call "Mother".
© shachi nigam