Your Lovely Mind

Your mind

Your mind so young and tender
will weather a hundred storms
As you age my lovely boys
i hope you learn
to stay kind,
Be gently strong.

I need your minds
to be mature enough
To hold the real gold.
Forgo the allure of things that are
Meant to tarnish and rust
Like iron cold.

keep it real
keep it pure
sacred inside
Those fragrant doors.
So my memories can be your balm
In stormy sorrow, a vial of calm.

For one day my sons
I will be far away and gone
There'll only be odd things,
Without end,
that hold my scent.
My trail of junk
You must discard,
But play it by the ear
keep whatever thrills you
That's ethereal and dear.

It breaks my heart, sons,
That we won't meet again
my face dissolves in ruins,
Braving raining pain.

But my sons
your minds are sacred pages
Retainers of sombre traces
The incense of long burnt ashes
Of the rites of lovely
Loving passage.

That perhaps, you will keep in hiding.
There Forever
I will be abiding.

Perhaps not ever
To be remembered,
As I really was, but as
Through your misty eyes
And feeling hearts,
The threads of my distant life
will have been recast.

And long live my lovely boys
with grandchildren grateful
At their knees,
Eager hearers
Loyal bearers
Of many a tale to tell,
Now and forever
Soft hearts regale,
A time will come
When only memories dwell.
A time will come
When All wondering
Itself shall Cease.

We are time tested
Tender narratives
Floating in the breeze.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016