From older hands…
They move, wider, surer
They reach out, and grasp
That handful of opportunity
That beckons, tantalizingly
Always a measure beyond
Always seemingly unattainable.
And so, they move,
On belly, then on fours…
Raise themselves, at first tentative
But the steps get firmer, surer
Blindly stumbling, falling, rising
Walking, walking, suddenly racing…
All in no Time, while time stands still
They’re up, and running, gleefully,
Shouting, cheering, in wild abandon
Throwing the right number on the dice
That will take them a pace closer
To the rungs of the ladder on the board game of life
(And so you throw that number, except that it’s loaded 🙂
And I’m glad, for one, this game isn’t just one of chance.)
Oddly bereft, odder still, in relief… 🙂
I see the light, and though sad, I’m thankful:
The apron strings have loosened… 🙂
1045 hrs, 15 Jaunuary, 2012
Godspeed Ashwin! Keep flying high, and keep your cheerfulness up, ALWAYS! With all my love 🙂
January 15, 2012 at 6:46 am
Reading this gives me that same all-familiar feeling 🙂
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January 15, 2012 at 6:58 am
Shail, 🙂 I can so imagine. It's tough. But it's beautiful too 🙂 and that is life! Thank you!
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January 15, 2012 at 4:20 pm
“Shouting, cheering, in wild abandonThrowing the right number on the dice”Reading this from the other side, that is the parents' perspective, gives me even more insight into what they must be feeling. Such lovely writing, leaves a feeling of joy.
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January 16, 2012 at 8:08 am
Oddly bereft, odder still, in relief… :)I see the light, and though sad, I'm thankful:The apron strings have loosened… 🙂 Amazing and fluid feeling to this poem.Loved this. in all sense and terms of the deepest relationship.
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January 16, 2012 at 12:39 pm
Aayushi, thank you 🙂 Well yes, there is excitement, and sometimes such emptiness, but that gets filled up with the shared thrill and joy :)Soumya, 🙂 🙂 This is the other side, in utter simplicity, of The Homecoming 🙂 🙂 Thank you so much!
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January 17, 2012 at 4:30 pm
The evolution of a childis so beautifully compiledthough the world looks so bad & wildthe way you want,life, can be styled.Ashwin, all the best to you and to the mother too. 🙂
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January 17, 2012 at 4:58 pm
Thank you Govind, on behalf of Ashwin too 🙂
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