Piecing You Together

Anonymous

Pakistan

16

Elated shouts that I heard to the moaning in next, 

Shouldn't you have waited for the final farewell? 

I miss you... 

Late nights, TV with Mom away, 

The room echoes with laughs and talks, 

The comfort of that cozy TV light, 

And the day I got pierced, your face turned pale, aghast, 

You couldn't see me wince, 

In those simple acts, 

I realized the depth of love you had for me. 

I love you! 

Yet, I don't know how you smelled like,

How you sound,

What food or drink that you liked the most, 

The sense of your touch, 

I don't know, not anymore,

But you knew it all about me, even the particular color I liked to pair my pink, 

So how dare I say 

I love you... 

I miss you!

Poet’s Notes: In this poem, I delve into my own experience of losing a parent at a young age (I was 7 at that time). Just starting to get to know them before they were gone so you are just piecing together who they were based on what others tell you. It’s like putting together a puzzle using the memories of people who knew them better. Those stories are like little snapshots of their affection, how well they knew you, the way they cared for you while you just know… nothing about them. You never got to.