Nostalgia to me....
Is when mum and dad were alive?
As they sat in their chairs in our living room at home
They sit in their own places
Mum in her chair
Dad on his couch
Mum weaving or crocheting
Dad reading the news and races
Just lounging about
And in between their relaxing time
They talk to each other
About family life
These were the times
I loved the most
When mum and dad
Were alive and well
The soft chatter that they often shared
Made me smile and wonder at what they use to say
They never spoke in English…they spoke in their mother tongue
Alas I failed to learn my mother tongue
But they laughed and smiled as they chatted along
Sometimes it was intense and other times they laughed
Every now and then, they would let me in on their secret chats
And translate to me, exactly what they said
They made me laugh, they made me cry
Oh how I miss their wonderful chats
Their laughter, their jokes
Their telling me the does and don’ts
Their wise words of wisdom
Of being both mother and child
I sit in mums chair looking into the night
Rocking and thinking of our special time
Glancing around the room
So much has changed
The only thing left are the pictures on the wall
And my mother’s recliner chair
My father’s couch long gone
As I rock to and throw
How I miss them so
I shall always remember them
In my heart and in my soul
Because that’s how much I love them so
©Kaila George 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem