Our Son Returns
Poem by uday balakrishnan
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!
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