Once the last of the lamps had given up their lights
And the last of the crackers had petered out,
The warm flow of togetherness
From a family getting together
Survived to prepare all of us
For another grueling year ahead.
May our tribe prosper.
Come Let us slice into each other With fine surgical precision You slash me here I slash you there And then When the storm is done I will patch you up And you tuck me up You bring the bucket I the mop the blood And together we will cleanse Our ancient hurts Our guilts And our fears Until we start again And over a cup of coffee You tell me My dear Just how much you love me And I shall tell you Just how much I love you.
that's a beautiful end to a beginning.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteI echo your wishes - may your tribe prosper. :-)
Hope all is well with you Raj. x