SIGH!!

Waiting for him to come back home

I sit on my bar stool by the kitchen window

Peeling a pound of  potatoes

Maybe I’ll make some stew today

Or would he prefer them baked?

Perhaps a nice hot curry will be the best

The radio plays a remix of an old song

“Fly me to the moon ..and let me play

among the stars….”

I smile and sigh….as I think back

To when I was a child and knew for sure

That I’d  grow up to be an astronaut

Swati Chandran

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