In Remembrance Of My Father Poem by Valsa George
In Remembrance Of My Father
Like a warm breath of air
He hovers in my memory
No superman, a meek soul
Not one to squander his time
But one who worked day in and out
To feed those
Whom he loved and sired
What was he?
A teacher, a farmer or an artist
I cannot say precisely...
All I can say;
He was each of these
Rolled into one
On holidays I saw him
Shut in the loft
a brush in hand
His fingers moving over the canvas
The steaming tea by his side
Untouched and getting cold as ice
Unmindful of everything around
He sat by the easel in the attic
Focussed only on the strokes that fell
When a distinct image shoots out
As the moon from behind clouds
A wave of satisfaction would gleam
Across his face,
His frantic nerves at once hushed
Bearing the look of one
Who, in an instant, conquered kingdoms
He would view it from different angles
Never seeking anyone's opinion
But gloating if he saw
Our admiring eyes fell on it
Being artistically inclined
He lived more in the world of art
But gradually things changed
To his fright, he found his hands shaky
And the lines on the canvas
Going tremulous and disjointed
Couldn't hold a brush!
On diagnosed of Parkinson's disease
His world abruptly lost its sheen
He saw the disease weeding
Its way into his life
Suddenly grown old
He lost interest in everything
We saw him sitting in his armchair
So immobile, for hours on end
His eyes stretched to a far horizon
We displayed before him
Paintings once born of his imagination
To see if his world would brighten
And it worked!
Recently, in one of my dreams
I saw him sitting at the foot of Michael Angelo
To learn the art, he couldn't perfect
In his life time!
Now I remember more often of my parents wondering how much of sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable, how much of love they lavished and what all sacrifices they endured. A snap shot of my father who was a teacher by profession but more of an artist at heart
This poem was written a couple of years back!
As one grows old changes in body and mind come closer to shaky and grows the shadows behind- thanks for your remembrance and tribute to all those who come under this perview
Thank you dear friend Sekharan! Indeed it is a tribute to all loving fathers!
Thank you dear friend Sekharan! Parents grow fonder in our memory! Indeed it is a tribute to all loving fathers!
Indeed it is a tribute to all fathers! Thanks a lot dear friend Sekharan!
Part - 2 your mind as a dream are taking you away to the past which was full of love and affection among you and your parents. May God bless their souls to rest in peace. This poem which is touchingly and movingly inscribed here is a great tribute to them. The last Stanza is much impressive and touching. Thank you dear madam for having a share this poem here with us.
Part - 1 Through this poem I came to know that your father is no more who was a teacher as well as an artist and had experience on cultivation. You had fine parents who had many sacrifices not only for you but also for the human kind. It was a doomed day for you when your father was diagnosed of Parkinson's disease. The memories appear in
I admire the great Poetess love and respect for her parents and the recognition she gave for their sacrifices and hardships for the family. As children, we could never repay those sacrifices but we can make them happy by doing the right things and tread the path they want us to be. Beautifully written. Superb imagery as always.
An insightful and emotional poem too as it tackles the issues of old age and sickness and how family members come together to cope up with problems brought about by these issues. The great Poetess expresses in detail the effects of Parkinson's disease in one's body thereby informing the reader a hands on knowledge about the disease.
A great and touching poem. A wonderful remembrance that captures the love, care and sacrifices of a father for the family and the wonderful bond among family members.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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On diagnosed of Parkinson's disease His world abruptly lost its sheen He saw the disease weeding Its way into his life Suddenly grown old He lost interest in everything We saw him sitting in his armchair So immobile, for hours on end His eyes stretched to a far horizon...............A touching poem, may God rest his soul in peace. Poetess' love for father has made this poem very effective.