Expressions

Oma

By ATIA ANWARI
Staff Writer

Upon touching her cold crinkled antique skin,
My dear oma stirred with strain.
Gazing into her eyes of gold belonging to an infinite world,
I see through the reflection of her past whirled.
I long for her embrace that hushed my solitude.
I await the scent of field of flowers she religiously carried.
With thousands of miles across,
Her amiable smile will never fade from mind.

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