The Grandfather Raspberry Tree

Xavier Bage By Xavier Bage, 8th Nov 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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There was a raspberry tree outside our tea estate residential quarters. I name it raspberry because there is no other name known to me for this unique fruit tree. Like my grandfather, that raspberry tree loved me as long as it lived and now is no more. I cherish its fond memories in the deepest of my heart.

The Unique Love

That raspberry tree outside our tea estate quarter,
It had long sweet fruits like the fingers of a caressing mother.
It had branches strong and steady like my father’s shoulders
Under its shade many a childhood games long I played,
And often climbed its branches, hummed and swayed.

It always welcomed me with open arms like my grandfather,
It regaled me with funny folk tales like my talkative grandmother.
It was my companion of many of my lonely moments under
It was a loving uncle ever ready with juice-filled gifts.
I enjoyed the raspberries sometimes with chillies and salt
And sometimes I chomped them straight without a halt
Years have passed many, my brother Arvind lives in the quarter
With his wife and children three, shadows of mine they are
But they don’t have the shade of the raspberry grandfather.
Whenever I visit my brother I walk behind the quarter yore
To meet my raspberry grandfather who is there no more.
Only a dry stump marks that spot where he stood guard
Like a gravestone in some faraway untended graveyard.


Father, Grandfather, Grandmother, Mother, Raspberry, Uncle

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author avatar Xavier Bage
social worker, physician, teacher - would like to write on social life, health, homeopathy, family, children, spirituality- like to write short essays, short stories, poems

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20th Nov 2013 (#)

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