Remembering You Always - Poem by pushpasaurabha sugandha
Remembering you always.
Exactly a year ago you left this day, when it was cold
But had prepared me to be deft, brave and bold
Do I miss you really?
Oh it’s true- only physically.
Day and night your presence is felt
Your advice “live in the present” will never melt
I shall complete your unfinished work as a dutiful wife
Thanks so much for giving me such a bright life.
Not a day passes without your reference
We all remember you with awe and reverence
Fate has taken you away in the form of cancer
It’s God way of having bowled a bouncer.
Your loved ones- daughter and son-in-law
Little grandson and your mother-in-law
Never feel you are far away
Since such were your relations, happy and gay.
Your brothers and sisters know my mood and style
And take care that I am not hurt even for a while
All of us together pray for you fervently
As you used to do for us so frequently.
As promised, you will lead and guide me from above
In all that I do here, with sincerity and love
However be life further, we need to live
With an attitude of forget and forgive.
Apples, pears and almonds remind me of your rules of health
Your acts of caring, sharing and giving, of your mental wealth
Why? And how could you leave us so early
God has chosen you to be with him surely.
I have not placed anywhere in the house, your photograph
Your image is within me with your autograph
You are here, there and everywhere
You are in my heart’s system as a precious software.
The world around is all blue, green and pink
My thoughts travel to you with a special link
There is so much more to communicate
And when you listen you will surely appreciate.
Where are you my Dearest?
Beyond the Blue sky and at rest?
No-you are here and always active
Twenty-four hours and 365 days my captive.
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