The Voyage

In my autumn days
sitting on the garden bench
I am reciting the great voyage,
looking at me
with curiosity dancing in the mind
the grand kiddos, questioning
eyes decorated with childish glints
whens and wheres buzz all around
granny beside smiling
nodding and blushing for replies
reminding adventures of spring days
deep at the bottom of the sea,
peak at the top of mountains,
far at the corner of the world,
bonded with
love and affection,
caring and sharing,
in every bit and piece.

The voyage continues …