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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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Inheritance

A little girl loves to watch her frock go swirling in the air..,
as she dances to the tune of her favorite pair,
looking at her bunny shoes every now and then she hops on the floor,
Her mother can't take her eyes off her,
smiles as she peeks standing next to the wooden door...

A young lad thrilled to get his day off for a fishing spree,
as he gathers bait and grabs the fishing rod from the attic,
A dusty book got his attention, real time fishing tricks penned down by his dad as a kid,
wearing his hat now he marches out with a pumped out chest and a skillful mind,
His dad gazing through the window as his own portrait walks down their courtyard lane..

 The power of inheritance is a gesture of pride..,
Where eyes start watering inevitably when two worlds collide.
This law of nature can easily turn a blind eye to failure,
As there will always be a moment in future where standing in front of you will be your own stature...

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