Those who know you
Those who hold you
Those who will have the real conversation with you
They do not need to follow your feed
To understand your hour of need
Where would your heart end and mine begin?
Is it in the valley of long lost friends
Or at the peak of treasured moments
How does the thought of loss figure in?
When each day grinds into the next
Shredding the minutes into an inevitable past
When I look up and say “remember when”
And you look at me, eyes far away, slightly damp
Thinking of the day before yesterday
A younger time
When you wore courage like a worthy cape
And I held hope like an impenetrable shield
When our worlds first collided
When we believed that heaven could be summoned
And time could be held forever in a bottle
With three little words.
–Shaku Selvakumar Feb 2016
Elders who have left
Fragments of your words
Drifting across like clouds
Edges and pauses.
Faint wisps of shared laughter
If I could, I would recall you
To visit with me for a single day.
To hear your voice
Through your indulgent heart
To walk by your side
Your gait stilted and slow
Your eyes though dimmed
Your lens enriched by
the memories of time
Slow down, you would say
but I was forever running away.
And as I grow older
I miss you more
Somedays with a fierce longing
Mourning your absence
For answers to myself
As I find traces of my
And your presence in my self.
–Shaku Selvakumar Sept 13
Celebrating grandparents everywhere, present, absent yet present…and why you are so grand!