25 years since we last met.
But have i really missed you?
How do you miss someone who is omnipresent?
You come up as a question while talking to a new found friend and in my slightly wistful reply to it
In the mirror ,On every birthday morning
A mirage in the audience of every stage I ever stood on
Beside me when I looked every report card, every certificate and every promotion letter
When I stepped out for work the first day
When I brought back home my first salary
When the showers of rice poured from above at the wedding
When looking at your granddaughter for the first time and wondering if it was you
And wondering again and again every time she hugs me
Hearing you with every reprimand I give her
In the wafting flavors of hand mashed spinach curry
In my love for pickles
In every lady whom I called amma
With my need for hot lunches
When retelling that crab story
Every time I open the jewelry box
When I see sewing machines at the store
In my love for learning
In the opportunities that you never had
In my passwords
In sickness and in every hand that comforted
In times of trouble
In moments of elation
At every decision I had to make and with every jubilation and regret that followed
In the hollow nights remembering memories shared with just you
In trying to be you
Do I miss you?
How do you miss a presence not seen but just felt
Happy Birthday Ma!
But have i really missed you?
How do you miss someone who is omnipresent?
You come up as a question while talking to a new found friend and in my slightly wistful reply to it
In the mirror ,On every birthday morning
A mirage in the audience of every stage I ever stood on
Beside me when I looked every report card, every certificate and every promotion letter
When I stepped out for work the first day
When I brought back home my first salary
When the showers of rice poured from above at the wedding
When looking at your granddaughter for the first time and wondering if it was you
And wondering again and again every time she hugs me
Hearing you with every reprimand I give her
In the wafting flavors of hand mashed spinach curry
In my love for pickles
In every lady whom I called amma
With my need for hot lunches
When retelling that crab story
Every time I open the jewelry box
When I see sewing machines at the store
In my love for learning
In the opportunities that you never had
In my passwords
In sickness and in every hand that comforted
In times of trouble
In moments of elation
At every decision I had to make and with every jubilation and regret that followed
In the hollow nights remembering memories shared with just you
In trying to be you
Do I miss you?
How do you miss a presence not seen but just felt
Happy Birthday Ma!
