Mending

It was sad to see
who she killed —
this mature woman
I thought I knew.

She killed an innocent
girl,
the one who wasn’t evil
in her mother’s eyes.

Maybe one day,
as in a dream,
she’ll turn again,
embracing innocent joy.

She too can stop —
feel reunited
and whole,
just as many have done.

Postscript:
The poem moves from grief toward possibility, suggesting a potential reconnection. “Maybe one day, as in a dream, she’ll turn again, embracing innocent joy” speaks to the potential for renewal, for reclaiming what was lost. By ending with “just as many have done,” the poem recognizes that this reclamation is a universal, shared process: humanity repeatedly finds its way back to wholeness, even after loss.

Image credit: Shot at Ganga River Bank, December 2014, Akhil.verrma