There are times when I don’t let myself feel anything,
I get so engrossed into my day-to-day work,
That I don’t let your thoughts inside my head.
But, sometimes you are remembered so badly,
That the place or the work, I am doing, cease to exist.
I look out of the window,
Search for the single star that makes me feel your presence.
Your grandson points out at you,
Whenever he sees one star that we have taught him is his Grandma.
We have told him that you are now in heaven staying with Gods,
And you are watching us from above.
Whenever your grandson, my little nephew sees me crying,
He looks out of the window and calls out for you.
He holds my finger and tells me not to cry,
And offers me a chocolate that he thinks will make me smile.
He amazes me Maa, and even he misses you sometimes.
Your sudden demise has left a strong scar on me,
And also a fear of losing my loved ones.
It’s after your death, I have realized that
Nobody knows how long one might live,
So till the time you are alive, feel every moment
And live every moment with your loved ones.
Give them the time they deserve,
Because time doesn’t wait for anyone.
I miss you Maa.
–Heta Gala Naidu