I have been wondering Ever since you left us, What were your thoughts That early morn? You were silent While you lay quietly on bed.
For the past few months You had learned to Resign to your fate. Your wounds were healing Yet tired was your spirit As you gave in to dependency On others for your basic needs. Much did you despise Calling out to mother and child To give you a helping hand For necessities that you wished To do yourself. Shame and embarrassment Was slowly overtaken by I Have No Choice!
That morn you were to walk Once again. Mother and child freshened you And you sipped your tea Without a sound, without a word. You were a little tired As you lay back to rest, Never to wake up again.
What thoughts crossed Your mind that day? We thought you were looking forward To your first footsteps that day. Or did you think My first footsteps were with my mother The second time would be crazily challenging? Or is it that granny said Don’t fret, don’t exhaust, I’ll take you now on a heavenly journey? Did you see the divine light That forewarned you Your hour has come? Did god whisper a sweet welcome to you? Were you happy or sad to leave mother and child? Dad, did I come for once in your thoughts Or did I remain in the periphery With the earthly transactions As you transcended into the cosmic peace?
I remain burdened with the bond of love. I miss your warmth As you enveloped me saying The doors of my heart are always open.
Poet’s Note A daughter wonders what her father must have thought before his demise, and if she came in his thoughts at the final hour.
Balveen Cheema has been teaching English for 25 years. It is at the ripe age of 60 that she started penning her thoughts into poetry. Being brought up and educated by her grandparents in a cosmopolitan environs of Pune and visiting her parents in rural Punjab during her vacations, she shuttled between the modern and rural backgrounds . A strong streak of romanticism with nature and rustic pleasures is evident in many of her poems. At present she is residing in Chandigarh and still enjoying her first love, poetry!
Peace-inner condition of mind- a quiet flowing river of invisible waves, sea wave of righteousness, money can’t buy. Peace-tranquility upon soul- calmness upon mind and body; those-you love-their home you make a resting place, your haters-upon them are disquiet and
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