Moments of Nostalgia

By chebet Caoline

In the wildest hustles of merriment,

In the happiest mood of the festive season

In the process of clinging glasses with laughter in accompaniment,

In hustles of squeals and giggles of my youngsters,

Mama, am haunted when I am not there,

Mama am lost,

Mama I am home sick,

Mama, a thousand tear drops makes my day a night,

Grisly stains of tear drops marks my table

As I sink deeper in to the days of nostalgia,

Submerged, I drown deeper in to loneliness

I recall it,

The unfolding scenes of a happy home

I meditate,

But all seems a thousand miles far away,

Over a thousand hills and a million valleys to cross,

Mama, I sometimes screams to the hollowness,

I sometimes weep in loneliness,

Scowl and sulk at its bulk,

Sometimes overwhelmed by strong chocking emotions,

Sometimes I wake up to the hollowness,

Taken aback by the dream to drain more tears,

After a bitter realization Mama,

That it was just a dream,

And that you are far away.

The glittery home manifest, all in a dream,

While jittery thoughts scare these pretty delirium moments away

I smile at the blurred images,

The happy faces smile back, all in my thoughts.

But all is a dream, Mama