The Fierce ache

Tell me, am I so flawed,

Seeing my mother with young sinless kids fills me with some wistful melancholy,

Kids with no expectations to break, no dreams to Shatter, 

Have absolutely nothing to offer yet receive 

Smiles with such bona fide love 

It leaves me in a void of agony,

Where did I lose her, 

When did I drift so far away that, 

merely seeing her flash a smile 

seems like a ghost of a chance, 

All I want is to see her happy,

for once just unfeignedly happy

Maybe teenagers really are the most grievous and repulsive beings, 

What other reason could there be, 

for a mother allegedly an epitome of 

"love & affection", 

To no longer be able to flash a hearty smile.