Amma

I looked at my mother long and deep 
She broke into peals of laughter 
And asked, who are you 
Amma, look at me,I am your  daughter 

She smiled  at me happily 
Then giggled, with one hand over her mouth 
Saree askew, hair ruffled
She joins her hands and prays with fervour

Amma, where are you 
I silently asked
You were the pillar of our house; our multihanded  goddess
You fled away leaving us this giggling happy  child

Did we prove too much for you
Are you  okay, wherever you are 
Do you  think of us sometimes 
Come back for a while and look at us
We miss you now so very much!