It’s a beautiful day outside. Very beautiful, even for
(I have a sneaky feeling that my appreciation of it is partly because my mum-in-law has gone back home. But still, it is beautiful.)
How can I describe it? The sun is out, high. A golden ball of rays in a pale blue sky. Not too hot. Not too mild. Just right. I live in the garden city of
No rain at the moment. Maybe later in the day. Was there yesterday, but of now,
How I love home! Yeah, I am biased, it is home, and I love it, but so what!
Guess what, yeah, it led to this poem. Enjoy!
I’m as close to heaven
as I can ‘proximate;
the love of my heart’s in my bed,
the quiet beauty of the morning
to inhale and see I am home,
Mozart’s adagios, cool music to the ear;
And I am alive, living, me.
Close to heaven?
No. Past it, in heaven;
I’m living in heaven on earth.
©GayUganda 12 Oct. 07
Eid Mubarrak to all my Moslem friends. Eid Mubarrak.