the desire to go back to childhood,
keeps hunting me;
My mother is no more,
but her lullabies to lull me to sleep;
keeps my memories pestered for a deep
I still nurture her memories of fondling me,
beating me for my nuisances and adoring me
next; to keep me on hold with her dream land
store house of stories to keep me attentive in my ignorance;
Her lap was the emotional bed of platonic love;
which gave me solace and solace.
I still recall those treasured moments of tender care.
That kept me run after her while she kept finishing her domestic cores.
Memories be it pleasant or sad is always painful.
Memories of childhood are unforgettable.
One always aspires to be a child always,
to keep one self free from the mundanely existence.
Mom where are you, please come back , take me back
to your laps and reconnect me to the Lord over you for
a deeper analysis of my souls’ quests.