The pain when
You want to call her
And hear her soothing voice
And laugh to you-her inside jokes
And feed from her deep advice
Sometimes grasp sense from her lectures

The pain when
You wish you could text her
And tell her how your day was
Talk of your plans and unending passions
Inquire for advice on the same

The pain when
You wish to like her photos
And praise her in the comments
And stalk her past posts, maybe

The pain when
You wish to call her
But her number no longer works
You wish to text her
But there won’t be a reply
You wish to stalk her
But she no longer posts

She left you with memories
She was the only woman that you loved
The only woman you called mom
She was your everything, your world
She left you with memories

The worst pain is when you have to delete your mom’s phone number when she is gone. The sad reality that you will no longer hear her voice over the calls, you will no longer see her typing… on WhatsApp and warm up for a reply. How I wish there was a direct dial to Heaven.

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