My mother at sixty six poem

          Chapter-1
My mother at sixty six
                       Kamala Das

The poet was driving from her parent's home to the Kochin airport last Friday morning. Her mother was sitting beside her. she was 66 years old .The old lady was dozing .Her mouth remains open .Her face looked pale and faded.It was grey like ash. it looked life less like a corpse or dead body the lifeless and faded face of a mother pained her heart. The old lady seemed to be lost in her own thoughts .The poet turned away her attention from a mother and looked outside the world outside was full of life and activity the young trees seemed running fast the children looked happy while moving out of their homes when they were at the airport they had to undergo a security check the poet was standing a few yards away from her mother she looked the game at her old mother she felt deeply sad to look at the colourless lifeless and pale face of her mother. Her Face was faded like the late winter's moon which has lost its Shine and strength .this aroused the old familiar ache in the poet's hurt her childhood fear overpowered her again however she control herself she wished to see her old Amma again.