A daughter’s tale

Cupping her hands for warmth,

The winters here, were,

Unlike in her mother’s place,

Reminiscing the good old days,

When a hot cuppa would,

Materialise at her every beck and call,

A tiny waft of wind,

A bird’s call somewhere,

A warm fragrance from somebody’s kitchen,

A vaguely familiar face,

Would bring memories from the place where she once lived,

Called her home,

A change in identity,

Leading to a change in address,

From a darling daughter,

To her beloved’s wife,

She was,

Clinging onto anything,

That she could get hold of,

That’d bring back memories of a home where she once stayed,

That’d bring back memories of the people she once took for granted.

116 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge #109 . Thank you for the photo prompt.This is my second entry for the week. The challenge is to write a piece based on the given prompt. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.