I can’t begin to count the
times I feel
your shadow in between me
and the sun,
shaped and adjusted minutely
to shield
me from the scorching midday
explosion
when the heat haze shimmers on
asphalt and steel -
a small bubble of coolness, just a smidgeon,
though I can’t spot anything
in the distance.
I feel your hands braiding
my childhood hair;
on my forehead, soothing
away life’s migraine.
I hear you call my name,
though no-one’s there
when I turn - a passing stranger,
or the rain
or just an inexplicable rush
of air.
Our paths will never cross
again on this plane.
But knowing that makes
hardly any difference.
I have heard my name called. It is comforting.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's a solace, sometimes it's shattering..
Delete'... soothing away life’s migraine...' Brilliant line, but you're always brilliant Nila. 'I hear you call my name...' also an experience I've shared after the loss of a loved one. Thanks Nila as always for your words.
ReplyDeleteMany are hearing their names called by a lost loved one right now...it's been a hard week. Thanks, Denise.
Deleteit's a sense of loss, of parting yet never getting too detached. As if they are there right next to us for one moment, then they are gone, the very next. Memories becoming shadows, still accompany us forward. Beautifully written.. May this love remains forever..
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bhavana. Memories are all that are left in the end.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteFor me it is white cotton sheets hanging on the line and playing hide and seek... Such stuf is the tapestry, is it not? YAM xx
Each of us has different threads in that tapestry.. Hugs.
DeleteOh.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes.
And thank you.
Thanks for being here EC.
DeleteYou put into words so much that I can't express. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joanne. A lot of it still lies 'too deep for words.'
DeleteYour expression of loss is beautifully illustrated in the poetic words of Hands in my Hair. And I feel your pain without the words.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteDear Nila - such an expression of the love we continue to remember ... I don't hear things, but always remember their words and approach to life. You beautifully bring thoughts to life for us ... I do hope things are easing for you. With hugs - Hilary
ReplyDeleteHugs back, Hilary. Everyone has a different set of memories and ways to draw upon them, but the underpinning emotions are common, isn't that sort of marvellous?!
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