The Connection

Early morning chores done
Tugging along a heavy bag
I drop my daughter to school
I wish her and kiss her goodbye

I pass by the main school gate
On my way to work
I smile and wave to the security guard
He smiles back and waves

For a year or so
I have been seeing him every day
The only connection between us
A smile and a wave

Today morning at breakfast
My daughter said to me
‘Our security guard passed away’
I was silent and couldn’t believe her

I passed the main gate today
On my way to work
Looking for the security guard
But he was not there

I pictured him in my mind
And smiled and waved to him
He smiled back and waved
May you rest in peace

©copyright 12 Aug 2010 skm

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A Sunday Morning

A Sunday Morning

The first rays of the sun outline the clouds
Breaking the dark of the night
The struggle has passed
Dawn has broken the spell

Snuggled up in bed
Tired bodies are oblivious of time
People jog on the pavement
Enjoying the sights and sounds of nature

With slow, graceful movements
A group practices Tai-chi in the park
A vendor unloads fresh vegetables
Outside the wet market

Little feet move in unison
To the dance teachers song
The streets are deserted
The shutters are drawn

The faithful clock looks forlorn
The newspaper vendor is late
The street-side hawker is asleep
Nobody pays heed on a Sunday morning

No office rush, no traffic jams
No school and no routines
A time to holiday and to picnic
For music class and sunbathing

A break from the order
When the world is laid back
All rules are broken
Peace reigns supreme on a Sunday morning

©copyright 9th August 2010 skm