Sunday, February 22, 2015

Shared nook

As I cross forty

 I stealthily grow into my mother’s body.

I wear her saree, her grey hair,

her osteo-arthritic knee.

We have supported different political parties,

lusted for different types of men,

I the mellowed one, 

whose softness she often rebukes,

she the sterner stuff, a stronger one

who wipes away tear drops in secret.

Her Ramakrishna and my Buddha 

nestled together among our cup of coffees.

I share her dreams, blood group and

those ugly patches of varicose vein.

Her rebel mind to exist 

without her husband’s last name

percolated in my extra marital relation,

my horoscope of uncombed desires

her insomnia...There’s much more that connect us.

 she will never need me as I need her.

And this unequal sharing 

indeed is Comforting!

21 comments:

Sumana Roy said...

"Her Ramakrishna and my Buddha" the line strikes me most..i've seen younger generation taking refuge in Buddha and chanting mantras lately...a wonderful poem of connection...

Mary said...

Ha, as much as we may fight it, I think as time goes on we all see signs of our own mother (father) in us. Heredity is strong, it seems...as is environment. We feel the connections more and more. I really liked this poem, the way you wrote it, the honesty, and its theme!

Nataša Dolenc said...

as much as we can be different with our mothers, there are still things we have of them and are growing into them.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ha, I have been watching my grandmother's face emerging in my mirror. I loved this poem of seeming differences, and when I came to your closing lines, I looked ahead to years down the road, when your mother just MIGHT need you more than you need her, as the cycles turn and turn.

Dark Knight said...

Great use of metaphors, and yes we do have a lot of our parent's quirks in us. Glad I visited your site after another long layoff from blogosphere.

Brian Miller said...

pretty cool the connection between you and your mother...over time we do become them...maybe find ourselves not much different from them...and gain understanding...

R.K. Garon said...

Yes! Well written and lovely thoughts
ZQ

Björn Rudberg said...

I think the older we get the more we see our parents appearing in the mirror.. I can say i see my father coming close... alas he died before I could tell him that..

Malia Craig Tagg Lawrence Page said...

excellent.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I watch my mother age and I see myself more and more in her but we are so different in those beliefs....I felt like a mirror was in front of me as I lived your poem!

Old Egg said...

You should be proud that you both alike and unalike. I loved the self effacing look at yourself and such praiseworthy honesty.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I'm glad it's comforting! My mother was a very different kind of person from me, and though there was love between us it was sometimes hard to find.

totomai said...

so hearywarming to read a child's tribute to her mother

Jae Rose said...

40 is a real milestone isn't it...i passed the line last year..some things change..many things improve - great reflection

G L Meisner said...

Parents and children always have a need for each other but one may be stronger than the others

Adhi Das said...

moms hold their kids hands for awhile their Hearts forever..very touching with beautiful emotional lines:))

The Unknowngnome said...

mother and daughter, yin and yang. as always your words are a balanced harmony.

Rose said...

Moon, it's so good to see you again:)
What a wonderful write! I love the title you have chosen for your poem. Very clever indeed :)
A lot of thought went into creating this piece and I cannot chose only one verse or sentence that I can say is my favourite but the phrase
..my horoscope of uncombed desires .. certainly deserves acclaim! Brilliant poem as usual dear lady!! xxx


Dark Knight said...

Very nice post Moon, and I can relate to it. Just like women see themselves in their mothers, I see myself in my father sometimes.

Dark Knight said...

wow, another great poem Moon... good to see your posts after a long time!

ayala said...

I love your poem but mostly came by to say hello.