Nostalgia 2

I wake up early,
Draw the curtains a crack,
To peep into the world of today
The skies, the banana tree remind m e
Of days gone by, of days unnumbered
When I watched the world ,not here.
When I watched the world, with little care
When the world was moderately beautiful
I remember home

The lazy weekend mornings,
The relaxed family breakfast
The good humored teasing,,,,,
And the late one who drunk cold tea.
The stream of tea drinking guests
Big kettles always steaming by the fire place
I remember sounds too-
A panga being sharpened.
The clink of milking cans being cleaned.

The smell of freshly cut grass
Burning cedar that tightened my throat
The stretchy feeling, a desire,
To prolong the morning
The cushiony clasp under the chest,
Of being with family,all together.
The varied excitement
The baby’s first tottering
The mixed reactions, laughter, admonitions,
When the small brother pissed at the door steps ,again!

It was all good,even when bad
For around these people, there was safety
In their midst, you didn’t mind looking bad
These people laughed at your antics,
And sat silent by the bed when you ailed
They understood when you wished to be left alone
Especially when in bad mood ,then joked ‘bout it later
One felt at ease ,walking around hair askew.
Even with an unwashed face, one didn’t look strange.
I remember home.

{26thNov.2005}