Summary of the poem mother at sixty six
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After reaching the airport, she went through the security check. Her mother was standing outside a few yards away. After the security check, she looked at her mother again. Her face was pale white like a late winter’s moon. She felt the old familiar ache of childhood in her heart which is usually felt by a child due to the fear of separation from his/ her mother. But she contained herself and kept on smiling in order to conceal her emotions. She spoke no word to her mother. All that she said was, “See you soon, Amma” and bade good bye to her mother with a hope to see her again.
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It is a poem written by Kamla Das in which she expresses the adorable feeling of love and care towards her old mother.
Once, when the poet visited her mother and was on the way to return Cochin. While her mother was sitting beside her, she saw her with a glance, her mother was sleeping looking too old and dozed. As her mother was appearing like a dead body, for a moment she thought that she will soon die, but immediately she removed that thought from her mind She was frustrated with this thought and tried to shift her mood. She looked out of the window of the car and saw many young trees, children playing nearby which symbolized energy and happiness.
After sometime, when they reached the airport and was ready to leave for the aeroplane, she again looked at her old mother. She appeared weak and fainted which seems to have lost all her strength. For a while, again the thought came to her mind which reminded her the fear of loosening her motherin the childhood . She was afraid that now she is going to leave her permanently.
But, being as a strong daughter of her mother, she didn't expressed her feelings of loosening her. She gave a sweet smile to her mother and said "see you soon", Amma" because she wanted to see and meet her again.
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Driving from my parent’s
home to Cochin last Friday
morning, I saw my mother,
beside 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 airport’s
security check, standing a few yards
away, I looked again at her, wan, pale
as a late winter’s moon and felt that old
familiar ache, my childhood’s fear,
but all I said was, see you soon, Amma,
all I did was smile and smile and
smile.