Ah, ma you looked so fragile
sheathed in a smile stretching for a mile
Standing under the tree
you had planted years back.
You mumbled , “When I am gone ….”
I grumbled , “Why mom, why gone ? ”
“Well, everyone goes …..”
I studiously ignored her remark, admiring a rose .
“Ma smile naturally , strike a pose.”
She did my bidding and sruck a pose .
The Dahlias and the zinias ,
nastartium and the marigold too
Lifted their tiny heads to smile anew
Seven months later, she was gone
On that cold dawn
But in my camera that smile I caught
On that day hot
Now , it adorns my mantelpiece
Offering me peace
Warmth too, on nights cold.
From the photo frame she smiles and smiles
Her message , succinct and sweet
You have to go miles and miles
Before you sleep
So, I knuckle away remnants of a sleep deep
To follow that promises I have to keep .
Memory and reminiscence are to the fore as the author unfurls this powerfully evocative work . For me it instantaneously recalled the lines , ” I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep “.
Thanks a lot Louis .
Beautiful poem 🙂
thanks a ton Ampat Koshy
Nostalgic! It is a poem straight from the heart flowed through pen to the hearts of readers. Lovely poem !
thanks so much Maaya .
Poignant and inspiring..
thanks a lot sunila