As a mother to two irrepressible teenagers, I sometimes wonder how I got this far. Was it the x-ray vision I claimed I had or was it the Mommy special extra eyes I carried at the back of my head? What gives a mother her survival skills? The ability to cope, when all she wants…
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W: Wants
i want to run to leap into your arms as you envelop me in the warmth of your hug brushing my tears away i want to walk in the rain splash in the puddles get soaked to the skin and not remember that you are dead.
U: Undone
Moonlight streams in uninvited taking me back to nights long gone. Whispers, uninitiated, ensure sleep, rest, ease: all undone.
T: Testimony
Your portrait now adorns the wall your presence has been made present only the corridors where you once walked and my heart (always this heart) bears testimony of your absence.
S: Shroud
I wrote myself a song I wove myself a cloth warm and soft, made of compromise and lies. I’ll howl at your grave when the moon is full I’ll drape the shroud ‘round me and dance with you once more.
Return
Dazzling oranges and yellow fades to greys and black as I watch from a tiny window we float upon the clouds under a starlit dome. Flying East: night chases night until the long night is over and cradled in blackness we land your smile as it greets me tells me that I am home.
Q:Quiet
deep within the night quiet is the thought of you rustling in my sleep
P: Phone call
I rise. The house is sleeping. In the dark I go to the corner of the room where the battered old trunk lies forgotten. As quietly as possible, I undo the latch and creak the lid open. The smell of naphthalene and dried neem leaves fill the air. Softly, softly… I move the old newspapers…
O:One day
Someday I will walk away. I will sling the setting sun under my shoulder and never look back. Someday I will turn my head away I’ll return the keys to the house and my social skills will gather dust. But until then be still my beating heart…. For now there’s work to be done, deadlines…
N: Nightshade
Night falls Into my desires Grays mix with black Haikus rule the heart Torn from the darkness Sullenly I reach Helpless in my hunger Angrily I retreat Dies the moment…. not so soon Emptiness is not a friend unknown.
M: Morning
After I was married, one of the many things that surprised me was that each morning, we would all gather around and my mother-in-law would sit and serve that first cup of tea. She would hand out the medicines to my father-in-law, the water, the tea and the biscuits. Then she would hand out tea…
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