Your Name….

I felt you move, i felt you kick. I felt you tickle me from inside. The conversations we had were many, the songs I sang a memory. But baby Raja (oh how I called you so!)-  you have gone and now I’m left with just your name and nothing more. Nine months were spent weaving dreams and having hope. Your first outfit, your first bootie your first little teddy. All locked up or given away. And now I’m left with just your name and nothing more. Football player is what we thought you would be – just like Papa is what I said so confidently.  Even before you arrived we knew you would be – a personality so strong, a person who all from near and far, wanted to hold and see. Now you’ve gone, to a place so far away, we will never be able to reach you at night nor day.- And now I’m left with just your name and nothing more.  But your name is what will get me through this journey we call life – a name that I will make proud, so proud that oneday you will hold my hand tight and pull me to your beautiful abode.

Now I am left with just your name. And so much more…