Where did it all go so right?
During a lifetime,
we may experience…
several special moments,
Instances of such quality
that they remain with us,
Reminiscent of the
Victorian theatrical tableau…
they form around us
giving no hint as they coalesce
and envelops us so suddenly,
that we may find ourselves looking around,
waiting for the wonder to cease…
It is an early Summers’ evening;
Swallows flying on high
catching insects in the cloudless sky,
dominated by a half-moon
turning from pale to yellow
as evening beckons
all too soon
As the children play in the garden
with their aunt and their father,
we grandparents would rather
sit and chat with ‘mum’
as the sun goes down…
One special instance in time
that defines ‘ideal’
where that which is imperfect
has no right of appeal
has no right of entry
I feel comfort, achievement
with no need for more
sitting with my wife and daughter in law,
watching my children, both adults,
playing like children
with the next generation…
with all eyes on young Katie Mae,
hoping she will not hurt herself,
on this,
her fifth birthday…
and, as I basked in the warmth
of this family legacy,
that wonderful instance
of personal delight
I caught myself thinking
with unabashed pride,
How did this happen?
Where did it all go so right?
this surely was a joyous time for you. I feel the peacefulness in your poem. nice write.
Such a beautiful poem, really enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing.
Wonderful to listen to your musings. Thanks for sharing. Yes, some things turn out just fine without our doing, and that is what is most surprising.
...and thank you for sharing this wonderful, perfect moment... a section of life with an extended family where it all comes together in peace and in love
Basking in the warmth of a family legacy....a beautiful poem Kevin... and a very happy birthday to little Katie Mae...
Oh such a beautifully contented feel to this poem Kev. - - the scene is engagingly real and the players gracefully taking their places for family bonding makes tangible the reason for the question in the last line. A most delightful read. Happy birthday dear Katie Mae.
A proud grandfather I see Kevin and for her fifth birthday. I couldn't understand how I would love a grandchild as much as my own child, but it happened. A poem of contentment, pride and joy and family bonding~