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Sunday
Second Thoughts(C)
The handsome prince is fated To prove his love true From the clutches of a dragon The fair priness to rescue
Fairy Tale ends in a wedding With in-laws shared homestead Making our Prince wish he'd Married the dragon instead.
Asleep on the flight Or immersed in a book You would never know What she felt after you left Grief in her heart Pride in her tearless eyes
She spoke of the times you would invent reasons and avoid meeting friends I talked about you touching our lives and becoming family in just a few days.
She spoke of Baba’s love for tales from the wild west and how he would now be pleased I talked about your missing him over the past few weeks more than ever before.
She spoke of your focus dedication, determination and, the adamant streak, too I talked about your hurried typos that would take away so much from your prose and poetry.
She wanted to say more but we let the conversation drift and finally embraced silence I left not so much to work but to be with my own thoughts admiring her for letting you chase your dreams.
If we could miss you already how much would she yearn. I can see her strain her ears to hear your voice amid the silence I can see her look longingly at tomes that won’t be leafed
I can perceive her stealing glances at the cellphone that won’t buzz with the predictable question: “Why can’t you get it done now, Ma?” I can see her wishing you had left after a couple of months at home
And if and when you return You would have grown Not just in the years but also between the ears. I write these lines to capture a moment that will remain etched in my mind.
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Mother
Asleep on the flight
Or immersed in a book
You would never know
What she felt after you left
Grief in her heart
Pride in her tearless eyes
She spoke of the times
you would invent reasons
and avoid meeting friends
I talked about you touching our lives
and becoming family
in just a few days.
She spoke of Baba’s love
for tales from the wild west
and how he would now be pleased
I talked about your missing him
over the past few weeks
more than ever before.
She spoke of your focus
dedication, determination
and, the adamant streak, too
I talked about your hurried typos
that would take away so much
from your prose and poetry.
She wanted to say more
but we let the conversation drift
and finally embraced silence
I left not so much to work
but to be with my own thoughts
admiring her for letting you chase your dreams.
If we could miss you already
how much would she yearn.
I can see her strain her ears
to hear your voice amid the silence
I can see her look longingly
at tomes that won’t be leafed
I can perceive her stealing glances
at the cellphone that won’t buzz
with the predictable question:
“Why can’t you get it done now, Ma?”
I can see her wishing you had left
after a couple of months at home
And if and when you return
You would have grown
Not just in the years
but also between the ears.
I write these lines to capture a moment
that will remain etched in my mind.
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