I am sure it was Spring
But in the scattered photos
By my slippered feet
The weather recalls it winter.
Your first foray
Into the new world I had run to,
Forsaking the familiar
For the unknown,
Discarding childish ways for adult desires.
Your glistening eyes lit up
As I showed you the treasures I had found,
That hid so well the tears
Reeked down since my departure.
Eyes that frowned upon my green sofa bed
Resting but a foot from the floor,
That laughed at the view from my first window-
All but another window perched
But a hands throw away-
And loving eyes that saw through mine
Relieved, relaxed and entranced.
And quickly you began to revel amid it all-
My new transitory family
Who took you to their hearts
Tempted you with cocktails,
And frolics within a Spanish tavern
In the Frenchest of all cities.
You slowly found my raison d’être
And the joie that had become part of ma vie
Became, as always,
A part of yours.
My adventure- you now a witness to,
A part of and integral to.
You had been no more
Deserted by me than I by you
And so geography became now no more
Than a different view
And no longer a means of separation.
You floated through the city,
Your feet feeling nothing but comfort
Even as I dragged you up the steps
Hiding from you the lift behind the trees.
With the wind freezing our faces
And tears streaming from our eyes,
We huddled together in queues
Filled with adolescent vacationers
And mounted fair Tour Eiffel.
Through the nights falling darkness
The city lit up below us
And I traced for you
The paths I had taken.
You left amid only tears of joy-
My life no longer to you an empty canvas
A world away
But a painting being filled up and coloured in
We painted away the days and nights
Mother and son-
As Mona from Lisa
Or the Moulin from the Rouge.
It may have looked like winter
But we knew that behind the wind
Lay a spring in bloom for both of us.
We had earned our time in the sun
And we would wear its rays
Like medals of honor.