PPP Ezine Vol 1, Issue 2: Silent Communication by Asha Visvas   

As my mother lay dying

I sat beside her for

Five days and five nights.

I fed her as she must have fed me

When I was a child .


I often would bend my head

To listen to her word fragments

And sentence crumbs.

The third day they put a tube

Into her nose and I was deprived

Of the feeding I loved.


Still, her  eyes and the look in them

Seemed to reassure communication

She seemed like an answer

To the unuttered cry of my soul.










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