THE BOND

She gazed longingly
At the coffin outside
Her grief, her sorrow
Was hard to hide

Years before the fateful day
Walking hand in hand
A sulky daughter& a worried mother
Watching waves meeting the sand

Later that night
With bags on her back
She slips through the moonlit night
Never to look back

Now reading her mother's will
With an untouched cup of tea
How strong her bond was
With he mother, she could clearly see

- Namrata Ramesh 7A