I slip into my memories of you,
In the kitchen, humming a song so lively
And I think of your roguish smile,
And all the pranks I fell for so naively
And I feel your absence
In family dinners, as I hope you’re here
Lurking among us, as you left us
With an incandescent warmth
And I see everyone at the dinner table
So melancholic
July was a wound
That we didn’t know
Would bruise
As you left painting us blue
And as I slip into my recollections of you,
Sitting in the verandah, watching the monsoon rain,
Leaving us with a scar,
Hoping for your forlorn return
This is Kurangi Barman of class IX A, Holy Child School, daughter of Surajit Barman. I have written this poem based on my aunt, who passed away during covid in July 2021. I thought of writing about her after celebrating my grandfather’s birthday yesterday when we felt her absence.
