My Dad and Mom

My Dad and Mom

 

Forty years along with father

forty years after he left her

their burden Mom took care

with willpower, seen rare.

Father was an all-rounder

to it, his talent, being propeller

but behind it was our mother.

Bodybuilding to dramatist

farming, poultry to artist

mother’s nod affirmative

for him was an impulse positive.

Dad usecd to play flute, harmonium

tuning new rhythms before mom

at my early age captivated me, they all

but I failed to assimilate the intrinsic call..

Mom and dad’s morning tea

to their harmony was the key.

Mom used to fire the jute cane

to make the tea in aluminum pane

both used to sip trees gossiping pleasant

a sight to me is still vivid and vibrant.

Hey Da! Hey Mom I miss you.

Hey cruel time! Sso fast you flew.

A sight to me is still vivid and vibrant

Miss them, I, with the time pleasant.

Mom’s safe was an earthen pot

to put coins with an opening slot

thrifty mum dropped in it, coins small

hoping to get after a year, a big haul.

But Dad’s burglary with tact deft

made mom unaware of the theft

as he put led pebbles in the pot

but for me, father, she caught.

In my dad mom’s fights bitter

I sided generally with my father.

But once my dad interrupted me

“Do not hurt her, your mom is she”

An appealing voice vibrating in me

his love for mother as I could see.

In floods that hit us every year

at times river frowns bitter

In a room mom used to sit and cry

but dad used to go to the bank to try

to retrieve logs of floating trees

and aid the refugees in distress

with their shelter and return process.

Left my dad early on sudden

for his journey towards heaven

leaving behind the burden

for mom to shoulder upon.

For forty years there after

she was her offspring’s torch bearer

illumining their path to wisdom

so that to earthly frowns they do not succumb.

 

 

 

 

P K Routray

In the service of Lord

( I lost my mother at the age of 92 on 20th May 2021 and had lost my father in 1981 November. I am their first child and was born when my mother was nineteen. It is a recollection of my memories on their bondage