Will My Wishes Suffice?

A piece of verse

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 bonds sealed,

on memories stored

within the capsule of time,

I cannot but feel

the warmth of this unique relationship

penetrate my very soul.

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.)

A Daughter's Father

They brought you home,

a little bundle.

Restlessly I fumbled

wanting to hold you,

to softly touch my hope, my dreams

but you were so tiny and tender

What if I hurt you?

So, I let you be,

I let you grow

watching you intently.

As you clung onto dear life –

Your mother

Your lifeline

while I watched behind the lines.

How I envied your mother then!

Moments passed so slowly then

Making me think that you would

never recognize me,

Your father!

When one fine day, tired and exhausted

I lay down loosening my tie beside you.

Something in what I did (I still wonder what)

suddenly made you treat me

with that dimpled smile of yours

that I fell headlong for.

No other person had ever charmed me so.

My little girl

As I watched you twirl

Years passed us swiftly by.

It was time for you to go away.

I suppose we had to call it a day.

You smile for someone else today.

But hey! I know!

There was a time

You flashed that first innocent smile

Only for me.

Then, there was just the two of us.

You and Me!

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