Today’s entry for the Word High July challenge
I woke up today to the smell of Petrichor,
I woke up with an ache, a want for more.
I woke up missing, so many things
The smell of Mother’s cooking,
the cracked voices on the radio
The pickle we stole,
when no one was looking
Grandpa reading newspaper on the patio.
The crisp new dresses
Papa got for Diwali
The smile on everyone’s faces.
The warm tea grandma sipped
The pond where we went for a dip
The cool shade of the mango trees,
The time spent climbing,
the bruises on my knees.
The pretty little sparrow
that perched on the window,
The surprise on my face
when I first saw snow.
The story book with pictures,
where they lived happily ever after
The happy ending I am afraid,
I shall find again never.
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