From the vast number of words that you spoke, <br />am recollecting the ones which relate to me <br />And I treasure those verses which formed my guide <br /> <br />From the many moments I spent with you, <br />am sorting the ones which connect to me <br />And I revere the ones when you were my teller of tales <br /> <br />From the many travels we had together, <br />am thinking about the ones when you escorted me <br />And I relish the ones when holding your fingers I toddled <br /> <br />From the many lessons that you taught, <br />am searching the ones which still steer me <br />And am surprised, I require them all <br /> <br />The poems that I write emanated from you <br />The stories that I weave sprang out from you <br />The principles that I follow are inspired by you <br />The life that am living is gifted by you <br /> <br />Though I see you around every time I look for you <br />But I fail to find you around when I try to hold those fingers again <br />Aghast when I look around, that mystic smile consoles me then; <br />And I rest assured to meet you again… <br /> <br /> <br />(16 July 2011)<br /><br />Rajita Kurup<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrances-6/
