Monthly Archives: August 2020

I Remember

She sounds so down lately,

As if her voice box gave up on her;

But I remember how she used to laugh,

And how her eyes went all small when she did.

She looks so pale and gray lately,

Like she hasn’t been fed in so long;

But I remember her all red and glowing,

And how jaw-droppingly gorgeous she was.

She is seen in the streets so less lately,

That her neighbors thought she wasn’t home;

 But I remember her riding through the streets,

And that silly bell of her bicycle.

She seems so silent lately,

That she doesn’t even bother to explain herself anymore;

But I remember what a fighter she was,

And how none could ever defeat her in a round of debate.

She talks a lot about death lately,

That it gives me chills through my skin;

But I remember how optimistic she used to be,

Her death would be a beautiful waste of talent.

The Tree

2016, one fine summer day,

Broad daylight, the sky was gay;

I take myself to far lands and fields,

To spend a day relaxing, to rejuvenate, to breathe.

I drive my old, dull blue ford,

Its been a while since it last saw the roads;

And yes, it also makes some broke sounds,

Chokes on its smoke, as if hell bound.

 As I drive, I see a familiar spot,

Where I spent my innocent days quite a lot;

I stop the car right under the Tree,

Got out to sit in the shade for the spree.

And as I sat,

Was a series of flashback;

Of cheers and tears and fights and laughter,

Of hour-long discussions of a happy ever after.

I saw Grandma and my younger self, coming towards me,

I was holding her finger, tossing a penny;

I saw dad, and how I was sitting on his shoulders,

Preaching me life lessons, of struggles and boulders.

I saw big brother and how on his head I hover,

I knew it was his time of the day to meet his lover.

And in a while, there came myself and him,

Talking chokingly sweet things, till the stars kicked in.

And then I came alone, Oh! What a pity,

I remember, it was the day, I left for the city.

Time passed by, and yes, Grandma did too,

Brother took his lady and to Europe he flew;

Dad, Oh, I left and it broke his heart,

Its been two years since I saw him at Walmart.

I guess, in the end, we’re alone, dear Tree,

Sometimes they left, other times it was me;

But still you stand here, trunk and bough,

And still I stand here, body and soul.