Mothers

Below a cloudless blue sky
Which mother shall I now remember?
Eternal nurse or unpaid maid
Full-time cook or part-time teacher
Giving advice, not always sought,
But, usually, wise? Or the stranger
On an alien water-bed
Who, out of reach of God, son, and doctor,
For forty-seven days struggled to die? I silently repeat
The cross-legged wisdom of the priest
And the cupped stream in my palm
Blesses the leaf upon the sand. I shiver
Bare-chested, balancing myself, knee-deep
And place the mud urn upon the clear water –
In the chanting of the lapping ripples
And the patience of the crows, I discover
The suddenness of the final loss-
I shut my eyes and feel the moving river
Moving me beyond the endless flow
I feel the sunlight on my back
And I let my mothers go.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

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