Alone she sits. <br />A notebook in front, <br />She's been asked <br />To draw Love. <br /> <br />Fidgeting, exasperated- <br />She sighs, loudly; <br />Her father looks up, <br />Smiles, and ignores the plea <br />In her eyes. <br /> <br />He's drawing his. <br />Tracing his palm- he then <br />Adds more... <br />... And looks triumphant! <br /> <br />A truth or dare! <br /> <br />Now she has no choice, <br />And so, hastily sketches, <br />Colours, while her father waits, <br />Impatiently. <br /> <br />And they submit <br />Their work of art <br />To each other... <br /> <br />The silence of an unspoken <br />Wonder, fills the room: <br /> <br />She looks at the <br />Print of a little palm <br />Inside a bigger one. <br /> <br />And her father? <br />Awed. Looking <br />At a rainbow, with a man <br />Sitting at the end, touching the horizon... <br />A scrawl to complete: <br /> <br />My Dad <br />The pot of gold, at the end of the <br />Rainbow, he's made my life! <br /> <br />But she doesn't need words; <br />She slips her little hand <br />Into his, <br />And looks up. <br /> <br />And Love fills the room. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />11 March, '08 <br /> <br />A Note: <br />[Credit for the picture, the description of the father's drawing, must go to Robert Fulghum, who describes, ever so beautifully his first meeting with his daughter, who was given up for adoption, in his timeless book, 'True Love'. He calls it his talisman, that picture. Inspired by that book :) ]<br /><br />Usha Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-compare-this-love/
