"Give me away Dad", I said
Even if only in play,
And pretend to feel the moment
I want it that way.
He looked at me surprised
"Aren't you too young to play this game?"
I said I was practicing,
In case the day never came.
Mum chuckled in the corner
Her endearment soaked eyes at me,
How can her darling little angel
Even dream such a catastrophe.
"Give me away Dad", I said
As though I was winning a prize,
My feet were that of a 15 year old
But what's in a size.
He laughed out loud
"When the time is right I will",
And just like that all the clocks around
Came to a sudden standstill.
Mum noticed the tears
Her touch promised me a chance,
Time, love and patience
Can conquer any opposing stance.
"Give me away Dad", I said
I no longer play a role,
The aisle awaits, bells chime
And my hand he is ready to hold.
He ignored my words
"No more games, stop this din!",
And with that he walked away
Taking my life's leash with him.
Mum was gone, leaving behind
A one member team,
All I heard were tears
Feeding my self esteem.
"Give me away Dad", I said
This is the real deal,
The flowers wither, whites fade
And I no longer feel.
He stood where I left him last
"You are blind, you see no flaws"
Hands folded, eyes a water bed
It was his last attempt at a pause.
Optimistically broken
I stepped onto the aisle,
And imagined Mum whispering
Smile, smile, smile.
"God Bless", he said
I turned, and finally said no more,
For Mum had already
Given me away years ago.
5 comments:
Love it!:)
Damn, that was good.
You shine when it comes to giving voice to the common experience of our (specific our, as in you and me and people like us) lives. That you do it through *poetry* makes it very special, almost unique. And that you do it so WELL...
"He laughed out loud
"When the time is right I will",
And just like that all the clocks around
Came to a sudden standstill."
... makes me want to thank you for writing this blog! That was awesome, Suchi.
Nandini- it's been ages! thanks for stopping by :)
wow!
I am humbled by your clarity of expression. I tend to find most poetry bordering pretentious but never with anything you write. Don't ever stop.
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