Remember the time

For the dVerse Poets challenge – Gender Bender. Kelly Letky set us the challenge to write a poem from the point of view of the opposite sex. Very difficult, I just found 🙂


There is grass growing
on your grave, little one.

Remember the time
when you had walked
on the grass and found
a wriggling worm. You
had run to me afraid and
I had lifted you in the air
and you had declared
you could touch the stars.
I don’t notice the stars anymore.

The tree beside your grave
is shedding leaves, little one.

Remember the times
when you had lain on
my chest, quiet and gently
breathing, and said it felt
like a tree. My arms
the branches. I suppose
you meant strong
and stable and rooted.
You had never seen an uprooted tree.

There are daisies
on your headstone, little one.

Remember the time
your mother and you
had made daisy chains
in the meadow not noticing
the birds that had snacked
on our picnic lunch.
How the two of you had
giggled until my belly
was full of your laughter.
She has not smiled in a long time.


In my family, my father was the gentle one, pouring his gentle affection on me unconditionally. Of course, the scenario described above didn’t happen in my case, but I can imagine my father would have been devastated, I being the only daughter and the apple of his eye. For any parent to lose their child while they are still alive would be devastating. In an Indian language, there is a word for it ‘teera dukham’ – unending sorrow.

24 comments on “Remember the time

  1. It would be a tragedy indeed for any parent ~ I like how you got into the head of your father and wrote this sad story from his perspective ~ I specially like the ending lines of:

    I don’t notice the stars anymore.
    She has not smiled in a long time.

    Thanks for linking up with D’verse ~

  2. You really did a good job of writing the part of a bereaved father….your poem really shows how it ‘knocks the sails’ out of him and, of course, the mother too! Very sensitively written.

  3. You really shined with this tale of bereavement. For any parent to lose a child is heart-breaking–you are not supposed to outlive your children. You did a fine job of finding the father’s POV & voice.

  4. When my child suffered for 51 days
    i become the Mother and
    Nuture him in his
    last breath
    holding him
    yet my mother
    holds me and
    ‘her’ mother
    is troubled
    a mother
    can be
    the greatest
    father as
    the blessing
    of a nutuRing
    spirit passed
    as woman
    so yes my
    friend.. i for
    one can closely
    relate to your
    poem understood
    as me or not.. i Love
    i Nuture all 234LBS
    pressing half
    a ton
    out with
    legs 25
    times at
    age 55
    but my
    heart continues
    to swell even larger..
    than anything

  5. What a wonderful poem although so sad. There are no words to comfort those who have lost a child…so completely heartbreaking. I loved that you included some personal info about your own father being the tender hearted one who lavished you with affection…so very sweet to hear this. I’m glad that some get to have fathers such as yours.
    Gayle ~

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