Tuesday, 6 May 2025

196. Parents Love | Expressing the journey of 9 months

 


*Parental love*Expressing the journey of 9 months and beyond *


A soul chooses it's parents and prayers gets a reply 


Tiny me as cocoon have grown up to a butterfly 


I was one of the millions who won the race 


And I keep reminding this whenever I feel a failure at any phase


Anything that my parents got home that I am aware


The best portion would be in their childrens' share 


They have sacrificed so much for bringing us up 


Bore pain in giving us life and develop 


9 months in womb and in heart eternally is such a cozy space


The best part was my parents dearest embrace 


Even with limited resource, they gave all their best with abundant love 


My parents are in heaven , I seek their blessings and bow


I use my mother's spatula while cooking and dishes turn out delicious 


My dad's eye drop worked wonders after I got home and is precious 


Their blessing is present even in little things 


I find their essence each time as if they have wings 


Tears shed when I reminiscene time spent with them 


I have two options either to cry over ,be sad or to smile and cherish these gem


I try to not break down when revisiting memories pile


Parents always want me to remember them and smile 


Speaking to my mother has been my journal 


She will read my inking till eternal


Grateful to God to bless me such pure soul in form of parents in my fate 


I believe an angel will search me to be my baby as it's not too late 


Gratitude to my dear parents for protecting me and blessing me in ton 


May they come back to me in form of my little one !!!


©️✍️ Priyanka Kamath 

6 May 2025


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Beautifully expressed a deep sense of love and gratitude for deceased parents and reflected the belief that a soul chooses its parents and cherishes the journey from childhood to adulthood, acknowledging the sacrifices made and highlighted their parents in everyday things, like a mother’s spatula and a father’s eye drops, and though tears are shed when reminiscing, there’s a conscious effort to smile and cherish the memories. Beautifully conveyed a sense of continued connection, with the mother envisioned in the afterlife, and ends with a hopeful wish for their return in the form of a future child, highlighting the enduring love and blessings received.❤️

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