Vistas

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Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto

A desolate path. A path that glowed with hopes. A path that you chose and we looked at you with pride. A path that is waiting.
A vista that made our summers blissful but you found wider ones, away from us, from the hills that raised you. How easily do we forget the fun of growing up!

You said you would come back. I know you never lie. Each day we sit here and rush back to our cottage to hear some news about you but the only connection we have with you sits mute.
You said you would keep in touch. I know you never forget your promises. Your dad disagrees. He says, “I don’t care.” But I can see his moist eyes; a lump in his throat is also visible.

I don’t believe what he says. I tell him I care; the umbilical cord is throbbing within me. I know the call would reach you.
The path gapes at me. The flowers don’t bloom any more. Birds look at my face and wonder whether they should sing a happy song. Only wind witches around me.
The candle is burning, its flame may be threatened by the wind but it refuses to die down. I have many more to brighten my evenings. The flickering flame exudes a thousand messages. I can discern them.

I know it is the way of the world. I know empty nesters wait, wait for a moment of joy. I know that joy is within you, gathering momentum. I know you would bring it home with all the wisdom of the world.
I gave you that choice. I gave you wings and I am proud of them.
© Balroop Singh

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50 thoughts on “Vistas

  1. You caught the emotions we feel as our child go out into the world, Balroop, perfectly. It is tough letting go, but the pride in their accomplishments mixes in.

  2. Oh, Balroop, this one got me crying (small simple tears of recognition). We did our job. We gave them wings. But oh my how we wish they’d fly back every once in a while. Your poetry is sheer beauty.

  3. The joy, the excitement, and the tears that follow; you expressed this moment perfectly, Balroop. I’m still getting used to my daughter and son-in-law living in TN and it’s been almost two years! How long will it take, I wonder. 😉 My son (25) has been home post college, working full-time and saving up to move out. Now with the pandemic, he may be here longer and we’re okay with that. But living on their own is exciting and we will be happy for him when that adventure and new chapter in his life begins. Lovely writing.

    1. So many mixed emotions… we all know them so well yet detachment is a hard reality that refuses to sink in! Thank you for sharing your thoughts Lauren. Have a wonderful weekend.

  4. A powerful story, Balroop. I had a visceral reaction to the words, “The umbilical cord is throbbing within me.” I believe we will forever be bound to our children even though we give them wings. And, yes, proud of them. Beautiful words!❤️

  5. You’ve described the stage of the aging parent so well, how we long for them but they must go free. I know it, too. Love your interpretation from the photo, Balroop.

    1. I agree with you Lisa… sadly the heart still sings songs of attachments. Somehow the path in the image took me into alleys that all parents yearn for… just a moment of togetherness. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

  6. A couple of years ago, my daughter and grandson moved across the country so she could pursue her masters in biology. I feel the hope, pride, and desolation you portray so wonderfully here, Balroop. Powerfully written ❤

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