growing up with you

Sieving through my feelings today, I find 10

ten things I grew up with; things that are you

1. garden tending fingers, grace bent over flower beds and bougainvillea bushes
2. embellished basha homes, each corner a chapter of a story
3. crocheted friendship tales and warm scones sprinkled with cheerful chatter; giving in all ways you could
4. prayer book pages, you turned each night as you nodded to your own voice; in thanks
5. petunias and gardenias in flat green kitchen bowls, finger to your mouth as you prick it with a cactus stem; a red floating island with the floating petals
6. swishing silk sarees and clicking heels; red circled forehead, a goddess on home turf; strong, wondrous; a cocoon
7. laying your heart on the crackling logs; as you put a blessing to bed, pieces of you left behind to nurse the sorrow, other few shreds carried the sweetness forward
8. news filter, watchdog, the channel we all tune into for our connection into that which mattered most; you watching life for us each day, every day
9. plucking at heartstrings; your humming was our centering force, you listened in joy; your music through the scratchiness of the LP record
10. clapping your hands as you devour beauteous sights; pretending our antics were theater and our scribbles were poems; silly enactments on Jack the beanstalk and staged narrations of the Casablanca

Wishing us you today, wishing us a world where you make mundane mean more

Wishing us the hearts to nurture you and the giving you bring to our world

We love you