On some meadows of heaven
My mother is now sauntering
I keep remembering her often
Her smiling gentle soulful self
Concerned as she was for me
That I was maladjusted to life
If only she could see me now
She would be happy to know
How well-adjusted I am now
To all people and vicissitudes
That I encounter day to day.
Published by D. Samarender Reddy
Philosopher & Poet. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.in/stores/D.-Samarender-Reddy/author/B0CB7PMW36
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