Sunday, July 26, 2009

The wandering mind stops......

Crowded thoughts at the taking off on a journey. Missing some. Remembering some. Voices , calls, and all is peace again.....

Their Children,
then grand ones happen;
They thrive, immersed
in the trials
and tribulations of the ,
living of these.
Sometimes wiping tears,
sometimes indulgent,
sighing in content.

And soon,
the heart is deaf
to the will of the mind;
It is time to go
and they leave
those they
have cherished;
Having watched them grow
through the mist
of days gone by,
boys to men,
girls to women.

in far off lands
as another set of folks
step out to
begin their own lives,
Oceans away,
here in their own land
the rain has cleared
the clouds part
urged along by the wind
like a curtain at a heavenly window;
There is a light,
I look up,
and see them there.

"Go forth"
they say,
pointing the path,
"We will be with you
in every prayer recited,
every song sung,
every delicacy served,
and every flower
that will adorn
the garlanded necks."

As I get off
the bird that flies me,
I sense fingers,
at the shoulders.
They watch
those who have come
to receive me,
smile to themselves,
happy at the
and nudge each other,
watching their youngest
bustle around
His sister has come.


  1. Aeroplanes touch down
    In new lands,
    And the alighting passenger
    Touches old hearts
    And traces old ties.

    Happy journey!

  2. u write lovely poetry..its so very cute and heart touching!!