The young mind and The young heart in the making Of a life - a green plant planned With kindred tree by Him Into the earthiness of bond and growth Into a mother out to a friend Who is farther and a father But not far from her The phone brings When rings, melodies of closeness And runs a girl Leaving her bath, books or play; The water, pencil, or the wheel of the cycle Rolls down dashing Almost against a mishap She has a perfect guess at the caller And the call and gestures by her hand To give the phone- the restless, impatient Need to share forces her to dare For a dire need of a talk "Now you come six months have passed Finish your work soon You come, the first day you take rest And the next day we will go to the park" And so on but before everything the food and Health and what he takes and should not take, Are the words of a loving soul; Enquiry and instruction Remind him of a mother ---- His doting and dead mother A three- year old, wide-eyed dear deer While nibbling at the yielding leaves of life Told all before he landed from abroad On his native land, a few years ago "My son will come today Women of the neighborhood Wondrously asked, "Who is you son, my dear?" "My dad is my son, He will come today"β
And his departed mother Got reincarnated Through the daughter's Prophetic wordsβ