A Tender Goodbye

Fourteen years of schooling

Have melted like

Deceit in a child’s heart

Yet memories linger

Of little hands rounding an ‘A’

With the kindest guidance

From motherly souls

Of little hands folded

Whispering a prayer to the maker

The occasional ‘get outs’

For work incomplete

The little ears that reddened

Under the dominance of warm hands

When mischief reached its height

Weren’t we lucky?

To be born at home

And reared in a second one

But now we’ve grown

And it’ time to bid farewell

Each heart feels

Like a child snatched

Fro its mother

We might be separated in distant lands

By unfathomable distance

But doesn’t distance

Pale to insignificance

When memories of a school of love

Play with each nerve

And for years o come

Our hearts will whisper-‘cluny’

ANUSHA.U.R.

16 yrs