Too long away

Silence sits uncomfortably between us
It’s tangible presence
Full of foreboding
And dampening our ability
To share the moment.

Silence sits uncomfortably between us 
It’s tangible presence 
Full of foreboding 
And dampening our ability 
To share the moment.
  
Staring into nothingness 
My fidgeting hands
Awkwardly placed 
Time now to draw a breath 
To take a leap of faith 
To reach across that infinite chasm 
Of time and space 
Of my mind
Of my own making.
  
And just as suddenly 
That simple gesture 
Of clasping hands 
Causes the weight of the world 
To contract 
To diminish.

A connectedness again
With the universe 
Reignites 
And that ache in my heart
Grows smaller
Though in the background
I feel its still there
A penance for too long away.
  
Goodbye silence 
I’m home again. 

My dear son

Jordan on his 21st birthday
My dear son...
How does one describe a summer's day?
Trepidation of your arrival 
Our hearts filled to bursting 
Unbridled love and unabashed joy
The sheer exhilaration of knowing 
That you were coming home to stay.

My dear son...
How does one describe a ray of sunshine? 
Your merry eyes
Squeals of innocent laughter 
Warm cheeks and face all a glow
The centre of our universe from that day.

My dear son...
How does one describe love?
What kind of brother have you become?
Leading your siblings on a merry dance
Goading them on occasion while in command
The best one they could imagine.

My dear son...
How does one describe you now?
Tears fill my eyes
My heart breaks with pride and love
To see who you’ve become
With a purview filled with conviction and compassion 
For a better man is made
Though I wonder why Togepi does pervade!?!

My dear son...
How does one describe time?
As your destiny awaits?
A leader in the making
Your future for the seizing
And a life to be made
Your faith and love of God will keep you steady
And your moral code will set you rightly on your way.

My dear son.

Love always, on your 21st birthday. Vinod. 21 May 2020