Framed In Timelessness

Six weeks have flown by With many beautiful hours together. This morn we sat under the awnings Sipping hot frothy cappuccino Watching the first monsoon showers Overflowing from the potted flowers Drenching my thirsty listless garden. My octogenarian mother smiled With moist eyes held my hand and Chokingly whispered, ' I've never been Pampered so much as in this break. It's like revisiting my parental home! My heart is here, free and happy, But your dad's memories pull me back. God willing I will return soon and May my last breath be in your arms'. She opens her prayer book, Takes out a huge hundred rupee note Folded neatly in its pages and tells me That it is more than sixty years old. A memory when she and dad had learnt To live within limited resources. The frame workers may find it strange But I will be cradling the moment in a frame Insinuating timeless love of mother-daughter July 3, 2016 For Julia Ward Contest-Cradling The Moment