Oct 3, 2014 Uncategorized

La Salle de Bain

© October 3, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

 

A sigh ruffled a surface

And created a ripple of purpose

Water splashed silver on silken skin,

Washing away worries within.

A lone tear trickled down

As she rubbed her face dry.

A rustle of garments,

A freeing of muscles,

A silken swathing

After gentle bathing,

And she stepped out,

Reborn, ready to face

A day with upraised

Steady gaze.

Above, a fan whirred

Wicking away moisture.

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Tags: #Original Poetry, La Salle de Bain, sounds

Oct 3, 2014 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries

You know you are fully grown-up, when your child turns to you at bedtime, asking you to stay near her, because she’s newly afraid of the concept, the spectre of death and dying, because she’s read a book about Hades.

And when she says, “Parents make everything all right,” you hug your child and say, “Yes it will be all right.  Go to sleep, sweets.  I’ll stay near you till you’re asleep.”

And you sit next to her, holding her hand, reassuring her with a song and soft words, then with companionable silence, till sleep wafts her into sweet oblivion, and you know she’ll sleep until the day comes, and she will be all right, because you made her fears recede.

By Dreamer of Dreams

October 3rd, 2014

Tags: #Mother and Daughter, childhood fears, reassurance, Sleep