VISIT

Islander in the City by Pablo A. Tariman

The author’s grandchildren during a surprise visit.

Sometimes it happens;
you long for them
indeed you miss their presence.

Then you decide to invite them over
for a modest lunch
in the house
with their favorite
island cooking.

Suddenly my garden
is alive with the voices
of grandchildren
singing the sound of relief
after twenty months.

They ogle
my tiny little Christmas tree.

They romp on my bed
they get doses of fruits
and they ask,
can they stay a little longer?

Visit over
we pose in the garden
they bring home the avocados
and as the car honks
I see my grandkids leave

One after the other.

Hoping
this year’s Yule season
will be something like this
after twenty months

of isolation.

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