Life moments

This morning on my commute into work – whilst plugged into my iPod staring out of the window as the city stirs to life –  a little boy and a man I assume is his father catch my attention.

They are seated two rows in front of me. The boy cannot be more than five by my reckoning, especially because he is dressed in the navy blue jumper that the school down the road from my stop uses for a uniform. The man has his arm around the boy who rests his head on his side. From where I am sat, I can hear them conversing in low tones. I am not close enough to make out what they are saying but in that moment I allow my mind roam.

I remember once –  long ago – when I might have been that kid looking up to his father, doing life together in public oblivious of third parties looking on. Sadly, it has been more than a few years now since he and I have shared any form of emotional connections.

At the penultimate stop, the kid and his father alight from the bus. The father carries his son in one hand and lugs his briefcase and a lunch box in the other. I am left with a dull ache – a longing for days that may never return.

 

6 thoughts on “Life moments

  1. it starts with a convo… as forced as it may be, it is one relationship of two always worth, being at peace with. hugs. kpele.

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    • Thanks.. Sometimes it does feel like too much water has gone under the bridge though…… That first step is mighty difficult from where I stand though…

      Stumbled on the theme over the weekend, made a few tweaks to it.. Totally like the minimalist grid based design too.. 🙂

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  2. Awwww. Don't know how to respond to this. It's emotional, especially as some of us don't want to completely grow up and be taken away from our parents, not even after we get hitched. Lol.

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