A poem about: Today October 7,2025Fifteen full days…

Today October 7,2025Fifteen full days of fall without Ammu for the second year since she passed away July 28,2024Abbu and I miss Ammu this autumn season when all leaves changes colors and fall. Night get longer each day.Today was a emotional day, I really needed Ammu by my side Ammu is gravely missed by me and Abbu If only Ammu was here she would have known what to say? If only Ammu was here she would have known what to cook?If only Ammu was here she would have known everything that's happeneds on a daily basis It is very empty without Ammu Nothing is the same and never will be They only place Ammu and I find comfort is as the cemetery in this new life People tell us to travel go place, to feel better? Why? How? When you come back the emptiness will come again What play with emotions It best to mourn Ammu and grief Ammu like this Grief has no Timetable or switch It is continuous and forever last Those like me and Abbu understand what it like to look and wife and mother all of sudden We were not prepared for deaths in this small family of threeWe were prepared to live at least 15-20 more years My Ammu did not pass away the same age her mother did my grandmother My Ammu's life was taken too fast too soonSome people even say I am mentally ill haYou don't know meYou don't know the life I live now You don't care simple

October's whispers sweep the land,
Fifteen days since fall began,
Second year without her light,
Autumn rests in endless night.

Ammu's voice, a gentle guide,
Once in kitchen, now aside.
Color's dance on falling leaves,
Mask the depth of who still grieves.

Abbu and I, we trace the breeze,
And miss her presence 'neath the trees.
She'd know the warmth that dishes lend,
The perfect words to help hearts mend.

In the garden where she lies,
We find solace, under skies.
Travel cannot fill the space,
Left by her remembered grace.

Grief, a river with no end,
Ebb and flow, the heart to bend.
Prepared we were not, to face,
Life's sudden, harrowing, empty space.

They say we're lost, perhaps unwell,
But our story only time can tell.
In each shadow, every hue,
Her spirit whispers, "I'm with you."

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October's whispers sweep the land, Fifteen days since fall began, Second year without her light, Autumn rests in endless night. Ammu's voice, a gentle guide, Once in kitchen, now aside. Color's dance on falling leaves, Mask the depth of who still grieves. Abbu and I, we trace the breeze, And miss her presence 'neath the trees. She'd know the warmth that dishes lend, The perfect words to help hearts mend. In the garden where she lies, We find solace, under skies. Travel cannot fill the space, Left by her remembered grace. Grief, a river with no end, Ebb and flow, the heart to bend. Prepared we were not, to face, Life's sudden, harrowing, empty space. They say we're lost, perhaps unwell, But our story only time can tell. In each shadow, every hue, Her spirit whispers, "I'm with you."