Should we measure people by
ideals and not accomplishments?
By this dictum dad is tops, he
loves “My Fair Lady” - kept the
music score I used for speeches
loves “Gone With The Wind”
and “Dr Zhivago”, awakening
chivalry; idealises my mother,
refuses to hear her criticised
although acerbic in himself –
when measured by his own ideals
I love him even more!
Apply this to my mother and she
also scores; a gift to rise above
conditions even those self made
- pleading innocence - amazes;
taught me how to tame vicissitudes
of life, how not to be a mercenary -
her dream of teaching music, getting
all of us to sing made my love
of tuneful poetry -
with visions of ideals much too
sublime for ordinary life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem