No More?

They say he is no more
But why do I still hear his voice
Why do I still wear his choice
Why do I still hold his pillow to sleep
Why do I still hear the sobs of his weep
They say he is no more
No more?

They say he is no more
But why do I still feel he's playing hide and seek
Why does I still feel him kick in me
Why do I still hear his laughing sound
Why do I still see him running around
And they say he is no more
No more?

They say he is no more
But why do I feel he is more nearer
Why do I still feel him cuddling in the bed
Why can't his absence make me cry
Why am I still asking 'WHY'
And they say he is no more
No more?

They say he is no more
Maybe he is no more "here"
But he will be in my heart
After all I am a mom and he is my part
So, even when they say no more
I smile and whisper "more than before"

Because as quoted in 'Anne of Green Gables', 

"Our dead aren't dead until we have forgotten them"

Mridula