Our Son Returns Poem by uday balakrishnan
Our Son Returns
Arrivals are always difficult
The awkward greeting
That tentative grimace unfurling into a smile
A guffaw and then the hug
Melts formality and time
He is back home again for a while
Seems to me he never left
Ah what fun!
Not quite as bad as farewells though! . Sincerely Ernestine
I love how sentimentall this feels! Beautiful Uday. Sincerely, Mary
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4/25/2024 7:44:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a lovely understatement, Uday. Thank you for sharing...