He playhouse in full glory with full bright moon.
5th July 2020 Tonight:
The moon, so full, so bright,
Bathed all the yard in silver light.
As if the skies had bent to grace
My little home’s familiar space.
Jania playing, when the playhouse is still under being repainted.
The playhouse stood in moon’s embrace,
A joyful, painted, sacred place.
Repainted with care and loving cheer
A few years back by Jania and Neha dear.
Jania and Anika playing in the same Play house before the same was painted by me with help of Jania and our neighbor Neha
Its roof of red, its doors of green,
Now shimmered soft in twilight’s sheen.
Their laughter still lived in the air—
Two gentle souls beyond compare.
The palm tree reached with reverent poise,
Its leaves like hymns without a noise.
The flowers nodded, dreams took flight,
Within the peace of holy night.
And in that hush, my heart could feel
A love so deep, so pure, so real.
This backyard, under heaven’s dome,
Felt less like earth—and more like home.
