Monday, August 16, 2010

lost in our own world

my two older brothers did their sums
my dad watched over them
I, with my pencil, scribbled
in a handmade journal-
my dad had got the sheets,
my mom had bound those-
a line, a few scattered words,
some numbers thrown in-
(in today's world,
those make a password)
likewise my little brother lay beside me,
his nimble fingers fixing a toy car-
each one of us lost in our world
my mom our binding force

(you see, it was love at first sight for us)
I still prefer a pencil,
along with a handmade journal,
both older brothers dabble with numbers;
younger one fixes things,
dad watches over from above-
mom is still the binding force


Linda May said...

Lovely tat our parents guided us and your family followed through with their own lives.

Bone said...

Absolutely gorgeous. I'm glad you were all able to follow the things you love.

Old Egg said...

What a beautiful tribute to your family. It was most touching to read of their special attributes.

Jaspreet said...

That was lovely! A very different take on the prompt!

annell4 said...

Nice memories and nice write.

Dee Martin said...

A beautiful memory, gently told. Now I want a handmade journal :)

Claudia said...

beautiful piece of memory - so lovely written

Geraldine said...

What a beautiful tribute to childhood and the gifts of parents. I can relate to your comments about the pencil and the journal. As much as I love my notebook, I still prefer hand written work, of all kinds.

brenda w said...

Your family contributed to your writing. Such support is wonderful. Thank you for sharing a page of your life.

Ramesh Sood said...

May she continue to be the binding force for very many more years, Gautami..God bless , Touch Wood!Oh, you are a wonderful magician of words..and you create magic..

Just Me said...

Very well written. Seems mother's have a way of being a binding force. Great poem.

Julie Jordan Scott said...

As I move along to the next stage of parenting (eldest moving away... 3,000 miles away!) I especially appreciate your words today. They reassure me.

Grateful to read of your family...

A-ha Birth. (My Poem of this week.)

Maureen said...

I appreciate how you show a different approach to using the prompt, how you let us see how small things given with love stay with us.

b+ (Retire In Style Blog) said...

What a wonderful thought.


RiikaInfinityy said...

And hope this memory live in your heart and mind for eternity, wonderfully written, thank for sharing=D

Anonymous said...

this was a heartfelt poem. lovely

keiths ramblings said...

You so beautifully put your memories into words. Tender and touching.

Toni said...

Very very nice. I feel moved after reading. Thank you.

Someone is Special said...

Wow! Great Great Great... Superb thought and am glad you were able to follow it..

Thanks for stopping by Few Miles and also for your beautiful comment. Do keep coming..

--Someone Is Special--

Gemma Wiseman said...

The seeds of then and the flower of now! And always there is binding Mother Nature! Beautiful!