—– Yazing Mize
From the morning chai she made for us,
To the dinner she made, with so much love,
Relentless, she looks as fresh as a pristine white wedding gown,
Her words, soft like a newborn’s touch.
I took her for granted, as she never judged,
Her love, denser than the blood shelost while giving birth.
As I write this, tears of sadnessgrip me;
Just like sleep paralysis that you can’t escape,
I miss her everyday, pearl dropletsgushing through my lashes,
Just like an oyster that departsfrom its pearl and dies!