MOTHER, DO YOU GRIEVE? Know that I will return to you. I will be a flutter in the leaves above where you sit, cooking ruti on the stove. I will be the stray cloud which shields you from days of sun. I will be the thunder that wakes you before rain floods the room. When you walk to market, I will return to you as footprint on the soil. At night, when you close your eyes, I will appear as impress on the bed.
