Blog with Maya

When I walk to the end of my driveway And stand looking  at the open fields At dusk, after  the sun has gone down The fresh cool breeze caresses my cheeks I think to myself, there can be no heaven better  than this Oh, sweet God,  I cannot thank you enough! When I come home after a long weekend  And look at my plants to see They have all grown an inch taller with tender green leaves I touch them in wonder and think to myself There can be no surprise  better than this God, you created this  for me! A smile from my mother  A word from my father Sisters standing  always near No woe could touch me then I look back on my childhood and think God, what blessed life you have given me! I hold my baby close to my heart And he sleeps secure in my arms  With a smile on his lips I look adoringly at him and think There can be no fulfillment  better than this God, my heart swells with love ! My student puts his little  hand in mine And I close my fingers gently  Lost in

There is a place  Deep in my heart Where I keep things hidden  Away from my eyes Foolish things done long ago Wrapped in a foil of  youthfulness Life's choices wrongly made Covered in blissful  ignorance  Some images indelibly  etched That surfaces at certain times I may not be proud of them But they made what I am I keep another place to counter it The happy, peaceful and good times Carved lovingly in my mind's eye The shutter quick to capture it A day from school  When my teacher  praised My grandfather gruff  Showing his grace A random fleeting scene Of two ladies sitting at a kerb Knitting and chatting in the winter sun  Oblivious to the morning  rush Of  love and fortitude unblemished  That forever my heart regales I polish them to brilliance  To bring out when my morale fails.

I looked at my mother long and deep  She broke into peals of laughter  And asked, who are you  Amma, look at me,I am your  daughter  She smiled  at me happily  Then giggled, with one hand over her mouth  Saree askew, hair ruffled She joins her hands and prays with fervour Amma, where are you  I silently asked You were the pillar of our house; our multihanded  goddess You fled away leaving us this giggling happy  child Did we prove too much for you Are you  okay, wherever you are  Do you  think of us sometimes  Come back for a while and look at us We miss you now so very much!