The breeze in the summer noon
Memories, almost like a boon
Smiling at them on the lawn,
Her little man in a crispy shirt,
Her princess in a dancing frock.
Days like that were long gone.
They had moved on chasing dreams,
As she stood there in anticipation,
Home was now just for vacations.
"Once in a while, come back to me."
Her voicemails remained unanswered.
Irony how unlike everyday
A message was sent on WhatsApp.
"Happy Mother's Day"
A picture uploaded for likes and hearts,
But where was the love she once felt in their hugs?
~ Suranya