THAT SHOULDER

Oh I very much miss that shoulder of yours, my darling Mum.

On which I comfort myself could, to an extent some.

Mum, I really miss that ever loving delicate shoulder;

Though so fragile, delicate n weak; it was a strong boulder.

In happiness n sorrow, it was my loving support;

Fragile though, it held my head like a strong fort.

Ma, I miss that shoulder every time I want to cry my heart out.

Today, is one such day Ma; I often suffer from many a bout.

Armin Dutia Motashaw