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
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