ELEGY Poem: silent running, by Gigi Jaatinen

Brown eyes cocker spaniel mournful,
when you’re home, all of you,
my wife, children
my sisters and brothers and cousins and their wives and husbands
then I’m so happy,
this house is alive, brimming.
Wherever I turn
I walk into grandsons, nephews, nieces,
tender new sprouts with differently similar faces, mannerisms,
I can’t move without touching somebody,
touching love,
that’s the way a house should be,
merry and full.
I look at him
and see his family through his eyes,
a carpenter’s production,
lives nailed together
lumpy and rough in some spots, smooth in others
but always joined.
I look at him and see daddy dear
dadaji bhaiya jeeja mausa aaja thakur pundit Sir,
so many lives in one.

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