My Mother at Sixty-six

Kamala Dad

Driving from my parents's home to Cochin

last Friday morning, I saw my mother,

beside me,

doze, open mouthed, her face ashen like

that

of a corpse and realised with pain

that she thought away, and looked but soon

put that thought away, and looked out at

young

trees sprinting, the merry children spilling

out of their homes, but after the airport's

security check, standing a few yards away,

I looked again at her, was, pale

as a late winter's moon and felt that old

familiar ache, my childhood's fear,

but all I said was, see you soon,

Amma,

all I did was smile and smile and smile......

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