For My Grandmother

The train is coming.

As surely as the second hand

Moves in ticking repetition,

Counting the days by increments,

It comes.

And the readiness she possesses is not perfect,

But how can one be perfectly ready to leave?

All her leavings until now spoke of now,

The last departure to a far country.

In the station the children walk by

Talking of little everythings,

Filling the hollow with bittersweet tones.

One by one, they come and bid adieu.

And she kisses them

Gently, sweetly,

As a mother should.

Despite the many voices, a unified whisper,

“All aboard.”

Goodnight, and goodbye.

But in the finality of night,

The dawn speaks a limit,

And creation replies in groan –

“For now.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s