To YOU, my Pretty Woman :)

If I wasn't this wordless
If I could just somehow know where to begin
You would find a sorry note every morning in my hand
For I know I've never been what you dreamed.

Sometimes they say I look like you
Other times I resemble dad more
With indifference in my voice, I run around all day
But there still flames a fire of love, somewhere in my core.

While everyone is all poetry and prose
Reaching out with a gift, a cake or so
And here I am, sitting a few paces from you
Trying to comprehend what to say, what to do.

All you asked me today was a little white flower
And I was too busy to get you one
And still there you are, in the kitchen, preparing something
For no matter how ungrateful I come along
Mom is Mom.

P.S. Where words end
Where ends meet
Somewhere in there
I close my eyes
Let angst, anger fall through
And hugging, I whisper 'I love you'.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

After I finished writing this one, we went for a walk and I wished her giving the very white flowers she loves.