I recall the days of yore,
Layette you bought,
Laudatory being were you born,
Fortitude portrayed,
And sometimes even getting fleeced.
I recall the days of yore,
Pa reneging you were tied with,
Still being sangfroid,
Angst and fracas miles apart,
Such a halcyon and hale were you.
I recall the days of yore,
Women nattering amongst themselves,
Me, a facsimile of your sanity,
Never a satanic epitome,
Never a gung-ho.
I recall the days of yore,
When, in the days of spree,
Prepared the hammock,
Your little dotty daughter, how, at times,
Would tear asunder your papers.
I recall the days of yore,
Were you so sanguine,
Were you so clement,
Were you so smarmy,
Were you so sated with atrocities.
I recall the days of yore,
Created a whole new vista,
Dell we inhabited,
Nestled amongst the giant rocks,
And how would you amass petalled roses.
I recall the days of yore,
Your masquerade concealing aghast,
Your fervour heaving our dwelling,
Loutish Pa leaving in the mid-way,
And how fortifying yourself assisted us.
I recall the days of yore,
Me, not a replica of you,
Me, not possessing sort of fortitude,
Me, not manifesting matador persona,
But a heart to always remember you.
And I will always recall the days of yore.
CONTRIBUTED BY: -
NEHA SHARMA
ENGLISH (HONS.) 2nd YEAR
JDMC, DU
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