cannot suffice
an anniversary celebration.
A line of praise
cannot compensate
thirty odd years of companionship.
Yet, when I look back
and reflect
on emotions shared,
on memories stored
within the capsule of time,
I cannot but feel
the warmth of this unique relationship
Teaching the first lesson
called life,
gently holding onto
my little finger
till the tiny seed
sprouted into a sapling,
a plant and then into a tree
to miraculously provide shade
for another generation of humanity.
Today, as I observe
their wedding day
I realize that this little girl
is as old as their marriage.
That’s a lot of water
flown under the bridge of time.
The bell chimes again
ushering in another year
wherein I bow down humbly
in gratitude for the love
I received all these years.
Yet, as the wonderful day
strolls in once again
I wonder:
Will wishing one surviving parent
a happy wedding anniversary
be equivalent to opening wounds
of happy memories
that dwell in the misty corners of a lonely mind?
(On the occasion of my parent’s wedding anniversary. My mother incidentally passed away in the year 2006.)
