The Carpenter's Songs

Old melodies, Old tunes, Belting out from the radio, They were my father’s favourite, He danced to it with my mother, He hummed to it whenever he was busy with his tools, Smoothening and assembling pieces of wood, They elicited a heartwarming glow from his face, They were the impetus for his pace, Nostalgia everywhere, I’m in a realm of my past days, My budding days with my family, They were bittersweet moments, Days of meagre rations, Days of sufficient portions, Days of desert pangs, Though we desired opulence, We were happy in our little way, Like a fabric, We were interwoven, Soldered and riveted. March 21, 2022.