Revisiting the letter to Mother on Death Bed- Part Two

I know, you can neither
Read nor write,
Nor can you communicate like us
And yet, I must write,
As I feel that you can understand
And feel my helplessness
And of course, I write
For my own peace and salvation,too.
I have told you, I am writing a letter
I have read and written about
A lot of things in life,
Periodically I have written to people
Who are close to my heart
To your daughter in law,
In the distant past
When I was in the Academic
Soil of Pune.
And more recently, your granddaughters
And grand grand daughters
But these lines are different.

Many years ago,
When you were in close
And connected relationship with
Your Daughter’s Family,
I had written more about you in my diary
My critical inability to keep you
With me and so on and
How it saddened me, crippled me
Geographically, we were little far away
But emotionally I was closer
You too must have felt
About my‘absence’ .
They were the wonderful days
Of innocence and tolerance
And of course the acceptance of the inevitable
Even during my occasional trips,
To see you at native home
I was not fully comfortable
Given the strange and peculiar
Relationship in the village.
At least I made a few trips
I thank the Almighty for that