A short poem of remembrance for Ma.

My mobile screen
reads “Ma”, and
I disconnect
No longer active
Yet never dead,
she lies still.
The winter afternoons
short and crisp
dry but
smooth – I
take her up and nurse
in my palm.
I make her ring
my mobile screen
reads “Ma”, and
I disconnect
then connect
again, pause.
Ma’s mobile,
not Ma-
Only in dreams.
Got a poem, story, musing or painting you would like to share with the world? Send your creative writings and expressions to editor@learningandcreativity.com
Learning and Creativity publishes articles, stories, poems, reviews, and other literary works, artworks, photographs and other publishable material contributed by writers, artists and photographers as a friendly gesture. The opinions shared by the writers, artists and photographers are their personal opinion and does not reflect the opinion of Learning and Creativity- emagazine. Images used in the posts (not including those from Learning and Creativity's own photo archives) have been procured from the contributors themselves, public forums, social networking sites, publicity releases, free photo sites such as Pixabay, Pexels, Morguefile, etc and Wikimedia Creative Commons. Please inform us if any of the images used here are copyrighted, we will pull those images down.
Wonderful lines…!!!
“I make her ring
my mobile screen
reads “Ma”, and
I disconnect
then connect
again, pause.”
Truly, mobiles have brought people closer. Even if it is only an impression, you still get the feeling that the person is around. She is not there, she is no longer there, but she is calling… Beautiful!
Keep sharing your nice thoughts.