The GENESIS

The antithesis of saying goodbye

Is the Genesis of embracing goodness.

The latter is welcomed in finesse,

But the former is hard to witness.

A mother’s heartbeat of oxymoron,

Contrasting her grandchild’s nephron.

All aimed for the same good result. 

Such is life; like sugar and salt.

A wife’s long awaited embrace,

A husband’s lonely footsteps on foreign terrace.

When the saying “I miss you”

Now sounds fainter than hue.

A gap is about to be bridged,

Yet other bonds are rigged.

A time to miss an uncle,

Like a pain in one’s ankle.

Grandma had urge to cry,

But tears so short and dry.

Kids yearn for time to run fast,

Adults share memories for the last.

Just like a dream but we saw it all,

Entering terminals big and small.

As if just going for a stroll,

Until the pilot took control.

Yes, God took the wheel,

And now the dream is real.

A family reunited together, 

By faith and none other.