So I asked her two days ago

What was Baba’s last words

My mother,

She gripped on heartache again

As if she’s about to birth another child

I could hear her breathing on my question

Trying to give shape to her emotions

So they don’t torture my heart

And leave wounds on my mind

She knows I am too strong

To handle his words, but

I think she was not ready to tell

It’s too soon for me to ask her to tell