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Time finds time to Contemplate
Magnifies, what I choose to
unwind
I have travelled the track
more than a hundred times.
After putting my chores in
order,
With a withered feeling, unable to write or sleep
Some days I take
a corner,
hoping my heart find some solace.
Cut off.
The whispering winds,
rustling leaves
Orchestrate the quietness and
serenity against the dark.
A wonderful excuse indeed
for beginning…and
Thoughts start stooping to the rhythm.
i gather myself...concentrate and listen- be focused.
…contentedly perspire in all seriousness.
A new calm descends... ah, my old space.
Transformed.
Just then,
.... grandy wakes up coughing,
Sits up, settles like a queen
on the edge of the bed.
Two beautiful eyes smile in her doting grandma's eyes
I launch myself onto the
bed,
Refold her around my arms,
Touch her baby-skin cheeks
with kisses.
She whispers:
'I'm me;
We're us;
You'll stick to me.'
Night flickers.
A blue shadow falls over the
room
The wind changes direction
Night turns its back, blurs, moves on.
“The soul is healed by being with children.” ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Oh, and she has such beautiful eyes. I can SEE her, like a queen on the edge of the bed. Smiles. I love this, Panchali!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely memory. Beautiful grandmother.
ReplyDeleteI relate to this so much. I love being alone with my grandchildren. Love to see the twinkle in their eyes and when they sleep, I pretend to see their dreams. Isn't it wonderful to be a grandmother?
ReplyDeleteI love how you write about this moment.
"You'll stick to me." Those words say it all about the grandmother-grandchild relationship.
ReplyDeleteoh love these descriptions of beautiful moments and the closing stanza how "night turns its back, blurs, moves on."
ReplyDeleteWow, such vivid and lovely images! I really do love that third stanza...
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for dropping by and for the encouraging words.
ReplyDeleteYou give the child's point of view, but I'm sure you know the grandmother's as well -- full circle. How totally wonderful a poem.
ReplyDeleteI love your ending on this lovely poem.
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