Mrs Chitra Tilakaratne In Appreciation of Aachchi

The words I want to say   
Fill my heart with an ache I can’t express  
Her love for me to be replaced by none   
Her awe of me although I could never reach stars  
I can’t believe she’s gone   
From holding my hand while I walked to my first classes  
She had to deal with my tears while I sobbed of being a little not so punctual   
Rubbing my cold feet to warm them from fever   
Potato and leek soup that I’ll never taste again  
Comfort she gave second to none   
She’ll always be the face I search for in a crowded room   
Her gaze as I wore new outfits to work   
No one will ever see me as beautiful as she did I’m sure   
She would never have known how much love I hold for her   
As my heart lets out the deepest sigh   
It will never be whole   
There’s a piece missing inside.  
Ruvi