Rosa's Verse Kitchen

Reclining on the cane chair
in the veranda,
The feeble canes collectively hold me in their comforting grasp
Legs propped on the cool black granite pillar

Evening slowly creeps in
An insignificant drizzle working anxiously
to pour into a full blown torrent
Lying on my legs is my little munchkin,
my adorable nephew
murmuring incoherent nothings
singing songs of his making
He in his world,
I in mine.

Three,no-four mosquitoes buzz around us
with their evening performances.
I don't hear my munchkin's prattle anymore
I see him looking at the blue-gray sky.
I too see the same.

Vista so serene
beheld by two gazes.
But perspectives differ
One of childish wonder
Other of calm appreciation
But one thing's for sure
Both drank the beauty
of the twilight sky
together, with no pestering thoughts to disturb us.

A few seconds more...
My munchkin went back to his little games on my lap
Oblivious of his surroundings
Those shared moments forgotten
Though these moments
I have marked in my mind
To reminisce and smile about for later
On days yet to come