Blessing
Her tiny feet taking trouble
Traversing my little flat
My mind hears the sound of her movement
The clinking bangles
The inconsequential criss crossing the wandering around
Restless to explore her daughter's domain.
Picking up knick knacks
Exclamations at some perceived beauty
Gentle pointers and tips given.
My eight month old nest in foreign city suddenly feels blessed
And converts instantly to Home...
Long after she is gone I will remember the pit pat
Of dainty feet
Murmured admonition
The trifles of our chitchat floating through my space sifting the silence in my head
With her showered affection.
Every square inch
Where her foot trod so casually
Now
Blessed familiar ground
Made as though through sacramental rites
Safer than
Safe Haven.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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