Runway Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

She looked at me
And her characteristic smile
More measured now, was gasping in the air
"You know, this is your time now,
But only loss, huge, momentous.."


I didn't quite understand her,
Losses and gains,
Being there with you Mother
Is all that is, this is no time for counting

"You know, my time is done
Grand children, et al
This is the time for me
And I am now thinking of your Dad"

Is it possible to understand
Life, and its mysterious epiphany
Not Losses and nor gains
The wishful runways and crossovers
I must prepare our children