At the other end of the telescope <br />Fifty-five years ago, <br />I see my dad sitting on the floor, <br />Leaning against the wall in our rented house <br />In Madurai, eating, munching happily. <br /> <br />In the evening, on way back from office, <br />He had brought a packet of sweets for four annas <br />Made of groundnut kernel and jaggery: <br />There were sixteen pieces <br />With mom, and a brother, we were four. <br /> <br />I remember we enjoyed the time <br />So much, cracking jokes, making fun <br />Pure fun of everything, everyone. <br />I recall dad doubling with laughter, <br />Explaining how one chettiar with a big paunch <br />Described the place where an ant was moving <br />On his stomach.. on the south-west corner, he said. <br /> <br />Later I remember him on an easy chair <br />Reading Jerome K Jerome’s <br />Three Men in a Boat, <br />And again laughing uncontrollably. <br /> <br />He was real Cancer-born male. <br /> <br />21.02.08<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-74/
