# Appa And Amma [my Parents] Poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
# Appa And Amma [my Parents]
About them
i could say now
with both appa and amma gone
when my dad died
his grand children said
'thatha would be singing
a duet with aachi'
they would be fighting there i thought
as a child
i was their judge
in their fights i used to
tell them who was right and wrong
as a libran
i had the scale in hand
i would say it right and
always it would be either way
the best parents i had
they never brought me up
they just let me grow
no reigns in hand
do this do that nothing
they had to say
they just let me grow
guess they never had any idea
about bringing up children
even amidst their fights
there was love
not the feeling i give my children
''A BROKEN HOME''
they never ever gave me that
a bitterness they never had in their fights
as like me they never gave their children
a feeling of a 'BROKEN HOME'
my mom was always there for dad
when he had become a drunkard
coming home staggering late..mom used
to feed him like she would feed a child
she was with him for his treatment to quit
they were not a pair of distinction
they were not a picture of perfection
they did make a HOME for me
Perfect love never breaks the ties between the two, even when they differ in their opinion. It is a gift to have such an appa and an amma, who, despite their mutual differences, gave a living home for their children.
A good couple. Good parents. Their off springs are blest. The last stanza- such personal notes have no relevance for the reading public. Let it forever remain in your heart as a personal note of grief. Nobody really would like to read such accounts with a balanced heart. It can be disturbing. You may delet it if you can.
As we grow older we, I believe, see our parents as two people doing the best they could to bring up children, without ever having training to do so. They let you grow and develop and I heard someone say today 'in every tear is a jewel'. Your parents were your jewels samanyan and your love for them is so loyal and true. 10 Karin Anderson
a tribute to parenting in just letting one grow, , , am with u in ur tears, , ,
this is a very touching poem and a lovely portrayal of a typical indian family of wife taking care of husband and children no matter what trouble they give us..
a very lovely poem portrait of your home and family. love is about acceptance, forgiveness. parenthood doesn't come with a guide book, we do our best, however we have feet of clay. Samnyan, its a very touching account and proves without doubt, gratitude and love you feel for your parents. brken or not broken home, people can emerge whole, with a holistic approach. Mamta
very touching, Sam a portrait of family you described vividly... a nice share for us, Sam.. thanks for sharing.. 10+++ lovelots, Maia
a touching poem....an imperfect family portrait...thus a mirror as a reminder that this would not happen anymore....well written with a lesson....10
Love and forgivness is the best medicine for our own soul and this poem tells me so+++++10 regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 6:15:20 AM # 1.0.0
There is no such as perfect family as to it is only an idea as to ideal... family blessed by God and formed in true love no matter what will be as a lovely home sweet home to all.............10++++++++