HELLO, MOTHER.
Hello, Mother
It’s been a while
Perhaps a year,
No…two, I think.
Six, you say?
Of course, you’re right.
You always are, Mother.
Yes, I know I missed Arpita’s wedding
Is she all grown up now?
We haven’t spoken since
She said she hated me for hating you
Yes, that little fiasco.
Oh well, life goes by,
You’ll tell her I said hello, wont you?
Of course you will.
You always do, Mother.
Yes, I didn’t make much of myself, did I?
No, I suppose I should have listened to you more
Made the decisions that you would have in my place
Done the things you would have done
Sometimes I find myself wondering
Why you never did those things yourself
No, that’s not funny.
Of course not, Mother. I apologise.
We haven’t spoken much since Dad, have we?
But then again, we never spoke much anyway.
No I’m not pushing you away.
No I am not misunderstanding your intentions.
Of course I know you mean well.
In anger and harsh words,
And your smiles reserved for a chosen public
You meant well, and I know it.
It’s not your fault that I can’t be bothered to bother.
Yes, I know that’s redundant.
You’re right, I’m just tired.
Yes, maybe meditation will help.
Of course, I’ll keep in touch.
Good bye, Mother.
14 November, 2011
It’s been a while
Perhaps a year,
No…two, I think.
Six, you say?
Of course, you’re right.
You always are, Mother.
Yes, I know I missed Arpita’s wedding
Is she all grown up now?
We haven’t spoken since
She said she hated me for hating you
Yes, that little fiasco.
Oh well, life goes by,
You’ll tell her I said hello, wont you?
Of course you will.
You always do, Mother.
Yes, I didn’t make much of myself, did I?
No, I suppose I should have listened to you more
Made the decisions that you would have in my place
Done the things you would have done
Sometimes I find myself wondering
Why you never did those things yourself
No, that’s not funny.
Of course not, Mother. I apologise.
We haven’t spoken much since Dad, have we?
But then again, we never spoke much anyway.
No I’m not pushing you away.
No I am not misunderstanding your intentions.
Of course I know you mean well.
In anger and harsh words,
And your smiles reserved for a chosen public
You meant well, and I know it.
It’s not your fault that I can’t be bothered to bother.
Yes, I know that’s redundant.
You’re right, I’m just tired.
Yes, maybe meditation will help.
Of course, I’ll keep in touch.
Good bye, Mother.
14 November, 2011