A Poem That Changed My Life

Such poems reinstate the belief that we are not alone

One of the many memories I have of my father is this poem. It was a ritual for us to get up and recite it every morning. In the initial years, I was obviously learning to read and write. Hence, my dad used to do the honors. He used to take me in his lap, and make me listen to the poem, while I snuggled around him with sleepy eyes.

For years I couldn't understand the reason behind this. But there came a point when I could recite the poem without his help. I started enjoying it. I didn't understand its meaning. In fact, I didn't understand many words in it but still, there was something that connected.

We had composed it our way and we loved it. I never could have thought those four paragraphs contained our entire life in them. Even after my father passed away, I kept reciting the poem for an unknown reason. It was my means of connection with him.

It was ‘Our Thing.’

But as an adult, when I started understanding each and every word and the deep meaning behind it, only then could I actually appreciate the poem in its true sense.

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