Photograph

PHOTOGRAPH

“Who are these people mom?”
she asked me.
and all it took was one glance,
to reminisce all those memories,
and for my face to light up with glee.

I took the photograph from her,
and sat down,
mixed emotions washed over me,
as I recalled those days,
when we kept running in and around our hometown.

I was both happy,
and sad at the same time,
as nostalgia hit me like a sea wave,
and once again I could hear,
my grandmother’s favourite wind chime.

I still remember those people,
being there for me,
when I stubbed my toe on the table,
or when I fell down,
and scraped my knee.

I can still see myself,
running around in the corridor,
after our examinations were done with,
and how we didn’t care about,
anything else, anymore.

I looked outside and smiled,
at the site of wind blowing through the trees,
“Mom?”
she asked again,
“Honey, these are the people who gave me the best memories.”

 

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