For My Dead Son

A Sad and Heart-Wrenching Poem

After cremating your body son
I went back to the same old abode
Your mother and I entered it together
I with her support and she with her fragile feet
She sat on the bench and me on the chair
We felt you around us
Surrounding us with your arms
Your hands felt strong
They gave us the strength we were looking for
After losing you
She looked at your clothes
I was trying to wear




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Gurpreet Dhariwal

Gurpreet Dhariwal

Author of Two Poetry Books. Domestic Violence Survivor, Sketcher, Dog Lover, Poet.

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