She was home. A safe haven.
Very different from the protection a father could offer.
Had I known of the emptiness I would suffer;
the darkness that was waiting to be my shadow,
I would have entered that grave too.
It wasn’t her life alone that ended with her demise.
No one understood.
It was the end of mine too.
The warmest place had always been close to mother’s bosom.
But then came you.
Bringing back memories of mother.
Things that came naturally- to her;
Things and attributes I now see in you.
No warmth springs from the well of loving oneself.
You took my pieces
and gave me peace.
So now, I shall love you too.