Poetry
“How do 1 see the big picture and hold the world’s pain, and at the same time see all of the bright edges of joy? I think that’s at the center of my question.”
~ Poet Ada Limón
Dear Sons: Full Disclosure
* A life's worth of choices. Subjected to, day in, day out. Freedom of expression. Empathy exercises. Vulnerability followed by weakness. Protection from cold. Letting the homeless die from it. Health of the children. Love. A gentle kind word. People who didn't give a...
Now – A Poem on Time
* Of all the things I have and can desire to have, my time on this earth, and the time my kids will have of mine is finite. I am mindful of that. What I am also painfully mindful is that I do not choose well how I spend it. As an adult, time and the freedom to do...
Child Bearers of the World
Distracted mothers create loneliness. Those children celebrate uncertainty. And out of the imperfect first steps, They quickly thrive and learn, no love is earnest. Fathers cry when planes disappear. Worlds unite to search the heavens and oceans. Nothing brings back...
Tea Rings
There is the love of mother that needs no senses to feel its expression. And, that’s where I begin my journey of this life with you. In that vintage picture, I think of how you became a woman coming of age. Wounds of the uprooting I haven’t seen yet, or...
Love Made Me Do It
As you slip and fall, my thoughts are along with you atop the death train – la bestia. A smiling young man you were, one second ago, the next – a limp body in the overgrown unworn path. A heatstroke at 16 has sent you home sooner than you wished for. But is any...
Temples in Our Hearts
While others make smoldering burial grounds in memory, those who have never made promises to make us laugh have their own temples in our hearts. Stories that don’t need our mother’s tongue to be told better, are these secret wishes that transcend cultures and...
Retribution?!?!
If I knocked on your door for a cup of water for my parched throat, Would you be able to tell, I am not your next door neighbor..? If not, then, why this thirst for my life.. ???? * Near these foothills, of some of the world's coldest mountains.. I hear stifling...
I Can Muse a Poem
The mother inside of me finds no shortage of spontaneity and wit. I can be surprisingly superfluous when I am lecturing my child. Trouble arrives when I call myself a writer, and that’s when I get deliberate. When I dictate myself to the writer’s rigor, dictation gets...
Pathos.. A Poem On Caring For The Elderly
* The mornings hang here, until.. I peek out of the window and hurry out of the house for the next door.. Determined to find an answer.. I gently turn the key and push myself into the hallway.. Moving past discolored leaves and curtains.. I pass them, a lot of them,...
Homs and The Uncharismatic Sociopath..
* For anyone not in need of soul searching or a mirror.. Here is the gist of the mother's letter.. * Assad.. It is tough for me to think of you as a product of a biochemical blissful event, a distinct moment in time.. Should I have sniffed the life out of you the...
The Wishing Well and An Empty Tummy
© MColdPlay's 'Hungry Child' @ Deviantart * I call my boss and tell him,I won't be in until late.Over a crisp morning coffee I work out logistics. I plot the distance between school and home.. 500 yards..I aim for taking cover.While setting up my equipment at...
Osama, hermit you are not.. Love Teresa
Dear Osama, Even in this 21st century, with super fast technology, it took me a while to get in touch with you, and it has been partly because of your tight security and lack of information on the internet on where you are hiding, er, living. It has been a stressful...
Like a Dry Flower in My Diary
* She would rise andshine with me.. She would part with anything for methat I loved or desired.. Today, she might be a woman,but just between us, there is no time travel.. Her gentle, sweet,kind spirit wasn't a match for my boisterous self.. But my partner in...
An Affair With Vanity
* The excitement is mutual,the passion contagious.The play of his naughty hands,the smile on my lips.The smell of his breath,the kiss on my feet.The tingling down into his toes,the long black hair on my slithering spine.Smiles with the mirror in the morning,...
Melancholy
* I haven't seen more life than what you have shown me..Anything larger than life was you anyway.. I would turn to you when I was cheerful or had something to share..I would look for your love when I had my daughters to care.. Waiting eagerly for you to come...
Vultures Don’t Soar High
* The vultures hover above their tiny heads. The wind here has never stood still, the putrid smell of decay fills the air. Their dirty hands, the sewer nearby and the food crumbs tell an endless tale of survival. There is no healing except from the spit of the...
Diwali
The smile won't leave my face. The happiness in my heart won't go away. This day brings back all the days when I was a little girl, colors on my tiny hands, flowers in my pony tails. Running around the neighborhood with a child like perception that every day was going...
In Loving Memories..
You were my first joy, remember.. ?? The day you gave me my first grandchild was the happiest day of my life! Someone said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.. Someone never held a dying child in their arms.. Bringing you home with the hope that...
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