The Halcyon Days At Home
A longing for childhood home.
When I was a little girl
I dreamed to have a home of my own one day
Create my own space, my own little world
A replica of the lovable warmth which nurtured my childhood
The wish is now granted
My turf carved, my space built, my world set
But I long for home
The home
where I was a careless carefree little girl
where dinner was served without me cooking
where the house was cleaned without me cleaning
where bills were paid without me worrying
A place when dad was not in heaven
And mom’s endearing bear hugs were in person given
I long for the aura of the halcyon days
where I was happy-go-lucky, carefree, careless, little babe
cocooned in the ambience of bonhomie
with ones who gave me birth.
I long for my childhood home, miles apart, continents apart, oceans apart…
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