Echos of Absence

From the day of my birth, my mother never left my side
Her glowing face was the first I had seen since I arrived
We had many cherished moments and she always gave me a chance
She was compassionate, and always listened when I cried
Her soft touch blossomed throughout my body in a trance
The beach was a realm we both admired, and we wanted to see it once more.
Tingles crawled down my back, each time the wind brushed against the hairs on my skin.
The waves were in an endless rhythm, as they gracefully swept onto the shore
The sea, and the wind, swayed to the enchanting melody of the violin
Suddenly, I was left without a farewell too fast
I was too young to face solitude and became engulfed in my bad mood.
pleasant moments never last I thought.
Why can’t you understand that, who are you?
Was I not enough, Was I not the daughter you asked for, Was it fair to leave me so soon
Was I being too dramatic, I thought
Or should I leave my emotions to rot
I felt selfish and alone
But when would she be coming back home
She is doing the right thing, she had a purpose to leave
But still, this selfish part of me takes over
And all I can do is grieve.