unita Jugran your poem speaking of the sun pulling out its brocade gowns brought out such rich memories of mother airing her brocade saris...Thank you for bringing out happiness from my closet of memories
Mother do you remember?
Oh so many beautiful things
On a string of memories
The kite flies far away from us both
Borne on strong winds
Time's tide of oblivion.
Sweet mother
Pale and drawn
Starry doe eyed beauty
In motion
Airing and sunning your rich brocades
Bustling about
Humming cozy songs
Playing merrily with my brother and I
Your two little living dolls.
Mother do you remember?
Innocence like sin in our dewy eyes?
Unaware that this wave of seeing
You strong and invincible
Fresh and bright goddess
would pass like the bright day
Colored cobalt blue up above
Melting yellowish
On smooth mosaic floors
Floods of happiness
Pooling into our hearth and hearts.
Guardian of our door, keeper of
Our haven, peace maker,
You mother...
Remember all....
And yet remember no more
How and when,
We flew the coop...
The door got unhinged
The wide world beckoned
The safe room of nursery exchanged
For tough halls of reckoning...
And examiner Life wasn't patient
As you were.
Mother do you remember
Wee kids at your knees
Blessed by your love
Toughened by your care,
Do you still see us
That high
In tender heart reveries?
For two adults stand in your vision
Toddler hood left in your wake
Two adults stand on their feet
For your sweet love's sake.
Mother,
I wish you could remember
All the happiness you made.
© Amrita Valan 2015

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