Thursday, February 18, 2010

SOME TIMEWORN DAY

A Tribute to a Very Special Lady - Mum Mum

I sit on the verandah and slowly sip my tea
Remebering things that were and what they came to be
I can hear trains trundling down the railway track
And I picture those “chuggers” from few decades back

I look out of the trellis as I rock on my chair
As into the past I fondly, dearly stare
My hands hold a picture sent from Australia with love
But my eyes stare at one on the wall up above

My tea has run cold, but to me it matters not
For, in the warmth of my memories I am now caught
And in the loneliness of this hurried cup of char
I smell delicious spreads once rolled out by Ayah

With a sigh, I rise and walk to the window
As the sun tints the sky with a reddish glow
And as the evening cold makes me reach for my coat
It’s with the heat of an ancient engine that I now gloat

Smiling, I walk away, now ready to prepare
Some hastily made, but hopefully nourishing fare
And while into my sandwich I take a small bite
It’s the taste of chatty-cooked fish that’s on my tongue tonight

I am in the present, but my senses revel in the past
The memories they bring fill hours like the last
For, with some daughters and sons now so far away
Each moment for me is some timeworn day

In which the past seems to be much more alive
Than the next moment which is about to arrive
For as I look back at how things have come to be
I remember those young days on a bustling railway colony.