Wings to fly

Imagination taking flight to the past, I see her making equal lots of kites To divide among us In her motherly logic, no fuss, And wearing on face some festive air I recall she telling me, here’s your share. Today I realize The logic of that act so wise Of yours, Mother-- How with a pinch of fairness and kindness You had our life filled with sweetness. Today I realize: They were not just kites you’d given, Given you had sky-full heaven, Instead of kite thread, You’d given wings to soar ahead, Not material things, But whole of joyful springs. ___________________ Reflections |23.01.2025| childhood, mother, remember Poet’s note: On 14 Jan, a kite festival was celebrated in Gujarat. Seeing the winter sky filled with colourful kites, my mind took me to a long-lost childhood memory lane-- how mother organized things around a big family with limited income and yet depriving us with nothing worthwhile. How with few words she imparted unto us lessons of life to last a lifetime.