All I have is a Hanky and my Mom’s Memoirs

I got a hanky in my pocket
Of my old trousers, more precious than a golden locket
This sweet square cloth with embroidered flower
A present I received from my lovely mother
It was raining hard the October night, twas my birthday
She was in her bedroom; I knelt down and prayed
Her eyes were close, mine were dry
Beside her bed, to quell the river I did not try
The silent hour slipped so fast
The private heater preserves her heart on Earth abrupt
She slowly opened her frozen eyes
And caressed me with my granny’s hanky; truly it mesmerized
That loving touch refreshed my inner soul
A solitary life before till she acquire the divine role
Her hand slowly slid down from my face to the bed
Again, her blue eyes were close but now she’s dead