chirping feathers,
a vernal home in unconscious beatitude.
two young hands
clasped in one another,
their footprints side by side,
carefree, vibrant and spirited,
their imprints resolute,
their love unbending.
zenith of noon time light,
a rustle of flapping wings,
sanguine house wrapped in domesticity.
of busied hands in toil,
of a tiny hand in loving care.
of scampering toddler feet observed with glee,
of a growing up of three.
setting sun,
shadowed silhouettes in twilight,
a greying home reclining into its enveloping foliage.
of graduation caps and gowns,
of tempers, tantrums and turmoils,
of certificates endorsing achievements.
of fiery proud moments,
of august, gratified faces.
surfacing moon,
twinkling darkness escorts in silence,
the little old home smiles in toothless charm.
two ancient hands
clasped in one another,
their veteran footprints side by side,
each supporting the other,
their imprints, perchance not so firm,
But their love unbending as ever.
