One In A Million - Part Ii - Poem by ROOP REKHA BHASKAR

Once again a hollow burrows in me,
Once again, she is packed and ready to fly.
Sometimes I see her speculating – Sometimes, it is me.
Only Questions… and perhaps, it is the same for her too.

She barely strode out of the side gate.
And now astride on the highway.
“Don’t worry” her look seems to say -
But silently musing the unknown.
My expression responds ‘its gonn'a be all right.’
And I ponder at my resolution.

Will the food give her cramps? Are the professors friendly?
Will new friends love her like her old? What about the weather?
Will she have any spare time? Will she be happy or cry for me?

“Pasta is like rice noodles with sauce. I like it! ” she quips.
Mama! It’s Roma! Do as the Romans do…. I know it’s a fib.
“I’ll never have time to brush my hair- so I’ll let it loose.
I can paint my nails blue; as unlike in school. So,
No moment to spare to Skype or chat with you.”

I turn my back, “this place seems a railway platform” eyeing the clutter of bags.
I’m certainly not helping you pack your strewn clothes.” I holler-
Folding her jacket and stole. ‘Too much’ I grumble………and softly mumble;
“Can I put some crackers, a few munchies. Your favorite Hershies – white ones? ”
She stares – eyes crystal. I’m greeted with silence; The door closes to her room.

The dinner was spent at the TGIF – bursts of words and loads of mute chatter.
We shopped and present her with a green Anarkali.
‘Be totally Indian in Totally Rome’ I said.
The quiet walk through the car park- she pinches me and meows like a kitten.
I meow back - she stretches her hand to hold mine.
“Can you make rotis’ for breakfast tomorrow?
I’m not going to get them in Rome you know.”
Yes. I do. I also know your silence and the closed door.
Your mother is always waiting at this point – every time you walk through.

Topic(s) of this poem: daughter

Poet's Notes about The Poem

this is the second part of my earlier poem One In A Million. I'm just back from Rome after saying goodbye to my daughter. this is the first year of her University.... and pretty much on her own. No more advise yet only our blessings and her trust that we are going to be there for her when she needs us. My last piece of advise to her minutes before we departed -The world is becoming smaller. We can reach through Skype, chat, What's App and What Not.... But remember your values, virtues, attitudes, attire cannot become smaller. These can only grow. (attire.. i doubt) Keep your aim in mind. Feel passion for what you want to be. Think well before you commit yourself. don't do anything to please someone. Be proud of what you are. And always start and end your day with a prayer'.
'Anarkali' that i mentioned in the poem is the name of an indain attire like a salwar kameez. The rest of it is true just like the earlier poem.

Thank you 'Poemhunter' for helping a mother share her thoughts.
and also a big thank you for the people who have read my poems.

Comments about One In A Million - Part Ii by ROOP REKHA BHASKAR

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/2/2015 8:02:00 PM)

    Yes. I do. I also know your silence and the closed door.
    Your mother is always waiting at this point – every time you walk through.........a mother is really the embodiment of love and sacrifice. A beautiful and intensive poem having well expressed and aptly penned. Thanks for sharing.....10
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  • Kelly Kurt (9/2/2015 12:37:00 PM)

    Beautifully written! I can relate. Thank you for sharing, Roop. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/2/2015 1:15:00 AM)

    This is exactly we feel each time we send our children back to universities after a vacation or new places of work! I can feel the warmth of this mother- daughter relationship in every line! Let us hope that she will feel at home in her new environs! I too miss my children, especially the one who is still a student in a far away university for whom vacation is practically nil! A 10 (Report) Reply

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (9/1/2015 3:26:00 PM)

    Your concern for your child proves the status of a mother and a poetess
    You are indeed a good mother and poetess
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  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar (8/31/2015 1:29:00 PM)

    You have always been supportive. You are such a great poet and to get any sort or encouragement or comments from poet like you is an honor. My humble thanks Nair. (Report) Reply

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (8/31/2015 9:37:00 AM)

    “Can you make rotis’ for breakfast tomorrow?
    I’m not going to get them in Rome you know.”

    Great! Rest assured she is well-rooted. (10)
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015

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