Tag: #missyou

• Published: The Gift of a Poem

  

  P.C. Spillwords Press I’m very happy to say that my poem, ‘The Gift of a Poem’, has been published by SpillWords Press today. Today is my younger one’s birthday, and Spillwords very kindly agreed to publish the poem today. It meant a lot to me, especially since she’s been asking me why I haven’t written…

  Smitha V

  May 17, 2023

  Experiences, Poetry

  #awayfromhome, #birthday, #children, #daughter, #leavingthenest, #life, #loveyou, #missyou, #parents, #poetry, #published, #waitingtoseeyou

• Published: My dad, the Pied Piper

  

  My poem, ‘ My dad, the Pied Piper’ was published on 26th November 2021, on my dad’s first death anniversary by Spillword Press. It was very kind of them to publish the poem on the very date. I wrote the poem a month earlier and sent it to them informing them about the death anniversary…

  Smitha V

  December 4, 2021

  Poetry

  #dadsanddaughters, #deathanniversary, #father, #granddad, #healing, #life, #loveyoudad, #missyou, #parents, #spillwordspress

• Two yellow bracelets

  

  I have two yellow bracelets One falls loosely over the wrist Big yellow crystals, in a gold band The other is a clasp Smaller stones – yellow crystals, embedded in Precious! Both! They lie in an ornate box – Two pairs of earrings, sit with those bracelets Freshwater pearls In a ring of yellow sapphire…

  Smitha V

  January 24, 2020

  Poetry

  #death, #inspiration, #life, #losingsomeone, #loss, #memory, #missyou, #poem, #spirituality, #truth

• I need to talk

  

  A hollow feeling A silence gnawing An emptiness A loneliness I need to talk- But to who?   The lift man perhaps, who wishes me- On my way out at the break of dawn, The one who presses ‘G’ Lost in his thoughts, his eyes half closed Up and down he goes all day Inside…

  Smitha V

  December 12, 2019

  Poetry

  #ageingparents, #alone, #dads, #daughters, #family, #Fathers, #inspiration, #life, #love, #loveyoudad, #missyou, #relationship, #truth, Poetry

• I See You On My Darkest Nights

  

  My heart is heavy, The air is still, in it the scent of the English ivy. I cannot sleep, my mind’s a frenzy, I know not what ‘morrow shall bring, In the dark recesses, lies a secret untold, Threatening to break free, the past unfold, I feel a flutter, a brewing unease, I toss, I…

  Smitha V

  May 12, 2018

  Poetry

  #death, #dreamer, #dreams, #loveyoumom, #missyou, #mother, #mother’sday, Poetry