Ripples N Reflections

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Object of My Dejection.”

Tell us about the object of your dejection — something you made, a masterpiece unfinished, or some sort of project that failed to meet your expectations. What did you learn from the experience? How would you do things differently next time?

This list- where would mine be  beginning ?

That forgotten unfinished oil painting?

The blue cardigan awaiting its collar?

The value of the rupee to the dollar?

The Lil’ pile of books I have yet to read?

The jewellery I never started to bead?

The post PG Study leave that I did not take?

The lovely cakes I wanted to learn to bake?

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The holiday abroad Rajiv and I had planned?

The daily walks we had planned hand in hand?

The extra  minutes I wanted to spend with my son?

The movie we were to see together on television?

The music classes I missed with my dear daughter?

That were planned weeks ago, now seem to matter!

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This list may never end, But  for every list of dejection,

There is another list,  a longer list of of joy and affection!

                                The love and  tender warmth in my husband’s eye

The happiness in a friends voice, no money can buy.

The twinkle in my darling  daughter’s eye,

The spring in his step as my son does fly!

The blessings of my mother feeling cared n loved

The smile of a patient , the bundle of joy she held !

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On that “#100happydays” moment

I hereby end the daily post Lament!