May 12, 2014 Uncategorized

Journey’s End

©May 12th, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

 

Little things:

The smile that leaves an imprint in the air

The nod of greeting branching my way

The question that arises from thirst

The answer that comes from a quenched place

The dog back on her feed, after sickness,

Whose face shows her former mischief

The child who tries to please, and fills

My heart with an aching joy,

Who learns and spins and dances,

And sings and advances into maturity,

And retreats into childhood,

When the fairies call.

The husband who makes it all work,

Binds our wounds, makes the appointments

Grows our food, fixes our house,

Loves and gives and forgives,

And occasionally grouches, as do I.

These little things

Make my blood sing.

And make my orbit steady

As we swing towards

Journey’s end.

 

 

Journey’s End

May 12th, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

Little things:

The smile that leaves an imprint in the air

The nod of greeting branching my way

The question that arises from thirst

The answer that comes from a quenched place

The dog who is back on her feed, after sickness,

And whose face shows her former mischief

The child who tries to please, and fills

My heart with an aching joy,

Who learns and spins and dances

And sings and advances into grown-up-hood

And retreats into childhood, when it’s all too much.

The husband who makes it all work,

Holds it together, makes it to the appointments

Grows our food, fixes our house, loves and gives

And occasionally grouches, as do I.

These little things

Make my blood sing.

And make my orbit steady

As we swing towards

Journey’s end.

 

Tags: #Family, #Journey, #Original Poetry, destination, orbiting