Eternal Flow
ETERNAL FLOW
long ago I went to hometown to visit my Grandpa, at
that time, he was ninety years old and wished to see my little daughter.
My one and half -year old daughter was then continuously trying to catch
new words increasing her vocabulary, so nice to watch a baby growing up
day by day, an ethereal ecstasy.
Grandpa was sitting on an armchair. I had lent my two fingers
to my daughter to hold and we were walking on adjacent garden path.
My daughter was chirping and giggling, Grandpa was relishing and
enjoying.
Suddenly he sighed and spoke to me ‘My child, as you are now walking
merrily holding hand of your little daughter, sixty years back, I also walked
on the same garden path holding hand of my little daughter.’
I suppressed my tears. Now when I watch my Granddaughter to
walk holding hand of her Mom, I am to sigh ‘My days are gone.’
affection, caress,
emotive urge surges, flows
through generations.
04/17/21
Second Place
' Moments of Reflections' Contest by Malabika Choudhury
'All Yours ( May 25) Contest by Brian Strand
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