Slowly she smoothens his dusty clothes,
arranging them in the wooden stand,
along with tiny shoes and plastic cars,
never will sparkle his electric wand.
Muted sighs had dried the tears,
her numb world no longer lament,
dragging each day, faking a smile,
trying to frame dispersed moments.
Chaos had suddenly darkened that day,
heavily she paid for their crime,
now grimly watches her forlorn eyes,
Empty cradle rocking in time.
Blog-a-rhythm Prompt – Tiny shoes
Day 1 – Oh Snap! I can’t move
Day 2 – Why you don’t know, can hurt you
Day 3 – Of Disappearing Majuli & Assam
Day 4 – Sirius Caught Red-Handed
Such heartbreak and sadness. Nothing can heal that.
What an emotionally charged poem! Traumatic yet poignant.
Very tragic and would be so very hard to bear. Very well written.
I liked the poem Rajalakshmi, despite the sad tone to it
No one should ever go through such a phase…
Rajlakshmi, such a sad poem. I wrote a similar one but in story form.
This is heart-breaking.
Oh so sad! I'm choked after reading this!
Really sad, but you've brought out the emotion so beautifully Raj!
Nice poem but it spill the pain. I wish no Parent would get to observe that day.
Tiny shoes as a memorabilia of the past can invoke good and bad memories alike. You brought out this element in your poem well, Rajlakshmi 🙂
That's so sad! Heartbreaking!
Oh …. Very sad feeling ….. but wonderful poem. Best expressed emotions !!!
Beautiful
Beautiful
This was sad… beautiful but sad indeed.
Oh, Rajlakshmi. I was dreading a take like this on the prompt. It's good, but it's just so…ah..heart wrenching.
But you did well!
poignant, tragic
Heart-rending.
Jeez! never a parent comes at this…I pray hard 🙁
Oh God! That is heart-wrenching!
🙁 Oh no. Another heart-breaking poem! How can one ever come to terms with this!