I watched you, Mother, Step beyond your silver hair And aching knees, Leaving those seventy-five years Behind you. Suddenly, You were the little girl again, Pulling on a frilled frock, Quarreling with your younger brother Over a rag doll That belonged to neither of you, Or a basket of sour mangoes Neither was willing to Read more…

I sat beneath a hazy moon, its silver light pouring over me like memory. The night was still— not the kind of stillness that feels empty, but the kind that holds you gently, asks you to listen. The only sounds were the hush of turning pages, the soft psithurism of trees telling stories in the Read more…

Let me take a moment off To remember the time When I first saw my mother And saw stars blinking in the night sky.

Change I would, many frames of my life, The picture, I have only one.   Drink I could, many cocktails of love, The water is always from you.   Climb I might, many mountains of righteousness, The gray fields of our shared mischiefs is where I play.   Sing I often, sultry songs of misgivings, Read more…