Seashells

She lovingly looked at her baby palms
Seashells materialising out of the blue
A tiny cluster of varied shapes and sizes
Every intricate pleat tinted a distinct hue

Her wide eyes twinkled with the thought
A promise mother made the other day
“Momma’s gonna make you a necklace
The most beautiful you have ever seen
Only if you collect your favourite shells”

She gathered everything she could see
Her hands could barely take one more
Dawdling to the sea in hope for better
Spotting prettier shells along the way

As the skies changed to its dusky gown
She made up her mind to return home
When a wave dashed towards the shore
Stealing her little collection as she toppled

Looking around, she could spot nothing
“My momma won’t be happy with me”
Moving on empty handed and teary eyed
Darkness trying it’s best to comfort her

“A huge wave took it from me, momma”
She stood with her hands outstretched
“It’s alright my little one, don’t be sorry
Look what momma made for my girl”

A dainty necklace made of little seashells
Dangle gracefully, blurry in the candlelight
“Momma picked a few shells on the way
Coz momma loves you no matter what”

A mix of emotions hurled into her mind
As she held it as carefully as possible
A warm embrace is all she could offer
Speechless from the pleasant surprise


Gopika Pramod


A story about a mother and her daughter whose relationship is unbound by expectations, going beyond their limits to make the other happy.

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