Whispers To M.M

Missing You

You were always living in fear.

The fear of the unknown.

You were just reading, reading, reading,

A medium to escape reality.

You tore your clothes.

And you walked nakedly outside when reality hit.

You had a dual personality.

The sweet lady I knew,

And the mad woman I heard them call you.

Nevertheless, my sweet angel and mother,

You are to me.

I miss you, M.M.

Rest well.

You were so intelligent and good.

But you were never understood.

I got jealous because books were closer to you than me.

You were the backbone of your twin sister.

You told me to study hard and grow into a beautiful young lady.

But you left quite early.

I miss you, M.M.

Rest well, Mom.