Thursday, April 9, 2009

An Excuse for Not Returning the Visit of a Friend

- Mei-Yao Ch'en

Do not be offended because
I am slow to go out. You know
Me too well for that. On my lap
I hold my little girl. At my
Knees stands my handsome little son.
One has just begun to talk.
The other chatters without
Stopping. They hang on my clothes
And follow my every step.
I can't get any farther
Than the door. I am afraid
I will never make it to your house.

[NOTE: I can really relate to this as the parent of young kids!]


  1. This reminds me of Tagore, somehow, although I couldn't say why exactly... there's such a gentle quality to it.

  2. Yes, gentle, but firm. The way I'd like to be, instead of shrill and screeching at times because of the two lovely little ones, one beginning to talk, the other who seemingly can't stop, both hanging on my clothes and following my steps..."I'm afraid I will never make it to your house". How profound. "I'm afraid I will never get that paper done." "I'm afraid I will not mail out that check in time." "I'm afraid I will not be packed and ready by tomorrow." Gentle, but firm. At peace with the what-isness of the moment.