Two Soiled Hands

It was a day of blue sky and golden sunshine,

My heart full of hope, my demeanor benign.

Spring had waved its magic wand,

Blooms on the trees, water lilies in the pond.

 

A day smelling fresh and new, 

The world painted in rainbow hue.

It had been ages I worked my garden,

Let’s plant some flowers, I decided all of a sudden

My daughter all of four,

Excited, came to help me with the chore.

As I removed the weeds,

She went around planting seeds.

She dug soil with her tiny hand,

Talking to the plants as long lost friend.

I saw her hard at work, 

Yet, not a whine or smirk.

Her innocence soothing my soul,

Her laughter mending me whole.

Where had I broken, I knew not,

Life I had treated an enemy to be fought.

I had been chasing wrong dreams,

But future still gave me a chance to redeem.

Two pair of dirty soiled hands it took,

To bring a change in my outlook.

All those moments I lost in a fake race,

Time to gather them back, slow my pace.

This laughter filled moments now my goal,

A gardener of my child’s life, my new role.

Time to take her on life’s adventures,

To teach her to be unique and not a caricature.