Geetha Jayakumar

(Kerala Palakkad)

In her loving Memories!


She had a loving dad,
He brought her up with much warmth and care.
With his complete protection of love.
Any pain in her he could read it very well,
Before her mother could.
So lovable he was,
Her all the childhood memories,
Were typed in his heart,
They lived in company quarters.
When infant she was,
Just sneezed for few days,
He says this place doesn't suit her,
Immediately he changed the quarters.
This way he changed many quarters for his dear.

Once after shifting house,
He gave her a ripe guava to play,
Eight months she was,
That too cleaned well and thought,
She had no teeth, she will not eat.
Hours later all were surprised,
Her guava seen no where but,
All her dress and face with guava seeds,
It seems that her stomach was so filled with guava.

Years passed by.
It was first time she went for further studies,
Far from house, to travel by train.
He accompanied her to education center.
He asked her to travel in ladies compartment.
He travelled in gents.
For few days it went on.
One day he asked her to go alone.
He will follow her from behind.
Actually he didn't go.
She caught him,
Just to give her confidence he said,
I am there with you, proceed ahead.
All were bothered about her marriage.
But he was not.
Many proposals came for her.
The first proposal came for her,
When she was just sixteen.
He got much upset, he said her studies are important.
He gave much importance to her studies.

Her parents went in search of groom.
Though they never showed her to anyone,
Finally, one boy got stuck his mind,
And marriage settled.
Few days of marriage,
He realised his daughter not happy,
Some where something went wrong he felt.
Though she didnt speak,
He was working far away,
Once in three months he used to visit home.
On the very last time she didn't speak to him at all.
As she felt hurt some where so she didn't speak.
But that hurt him very much.
Still the last words were,
My dear, have patience,
Everything will be alright,
I am there for you, why to worry....

He was getting ready to come home.
But, he died of heart attack after
Being in coma for three days in hospital.
His body arrived home.
His friends said he remained quite sad,
Spoke very less to anyone,
Especially after daughter's marriage.
What went wrong, all wondered.
Within six months of her marriage he died.
Today, daughter want to tell sorry,
But he is no longer to hear.

Yes, there was a dad so loving and caring.
Which a daughter could never imagine.
He lives in her memories!
He is Alive in her heart!

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 04, 2013

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