(Poem About an Adult Who Grew Up Living With Domestic Violence and speaks of Specific memories when her family enjoyed beautiful moments together)
Those Scattered Days we did live 100% in the moment did we?
I realise as we grow older we get so caught up in the past and the future,
But that day, when father baked a cake did we all choose to live to the full?
Did Mom make that choice too, when words hateful were replaced with a creamy mouthful?
Mindfulness they say is about knowing this moment is all that exists,
I never applied that well enough I got to admit as I try again and again,
But perhaps I practiced it way better back in those days I feared returning from school,
When ma-baa magically laughed, joked and even spellbound thoughts dangerously revengeful.
Care to believe this? Yeah, we danced together once, I still think we had lost it then,
Normal gets abnormal for every family once in a while for human relationships are variable,
This abnormal when baa played the music and twirled maa was for me a day psychedelically beautiful,
As I try to understand it now, that day they perhaps lost their minds and the grimness memories can pull.
I remember what I did, I had thrown my school bag away and jumped right into the momentary romance,
I really think that is a solid example, the best kind of mindfulness I have ever really practiced,
When I dared not to think any damn thing, because a precious moment like that required I be ultra careful,
Leaving my thoughts aside and immersing deep deep into this gift, forgetting it is only a spoonful.
—By Miss Nilanjana Haldar