I looked at the stars today,

They didn’t wince one bit,

Reminded me of a day that held my last smile,

A beautiful Wednesday,

Rainy, blue, fictional,

I was smiling,

Amongst the boats of paper I set sail,

Kissing each of them a welcome back,

Chased them till they diverged,

In the happiness of a world of their own,

Away from their own,

I stretched my arm to call them back, 

In colours of yellow, green and purple,

The intensity hurt both of us,

I am smiling in the rain,

Waiting for the stars to come back,

Remind someone else of a day,

Rainy, blue and beautiful,

My mother made noodles that weren’t warm,

And called me away,

It was raining today,

In yellow, blue and green,

I look for my smile amongst the stars.

[My attempt at capturing the cyclical nature of parenting as a form of joy and fulfilment instead of loss at the departure of a loved one]

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