My mother at Sixty Six poem

My Mother at Sixty Six

By Kamla Das

Driving from my parents home to Cochin last Friday morning, 

I saw my mother besides me,

Doze Open mouthed Her face ashen like that

Of a corpse and realised with pain

That she was as old as she looked but soon

Put that thought away, and looked out at young

Trees sprinting, the merry children spilling

Out of their homes, but after the airports security check, standing a few yards away, 

I looked again at her,wane pale

As a late winter's moon and felt that old

Familiar ache,my children 's feat,

but all I said was,see you soon Amma,

All I didwas smile and smile and smile.....