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?
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!
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 !
On that “#100happydays” moment
I hereby end the daily post Lament!