If I could go back to my nana’s house
I would wipe the refrigerator stains, each night
I would however run them with kindness, not perverse joy
If I could wear my nani’s embellished wrist watch, a Swiss
I would leave space between the fraying strap and my skin
I would fasten the broken buckle, without hurting my wrist
If I could plant myself on my dada’s knee again
I would listen, rapt as he fed me almonds, but
I would feel his fingers, where the knuckles knotted stories
If I could borrow my dadi’s lace dupatta again
I would remember to wear it like a pilgrimage
I would celebrate her indiscernible life, hued into its layers
If I could hold my brother close to my chest
I would hold gently, enfolding my arms around his neck
I would not let go, embracing ferociously till my breath became an extension of his
If I could place my daughter into the warmth of my womb
I would tell her to sink her pain into the innards of my being
I would drizzle into myself, for her every speckle of sunshine
If I could do nothing when my son pottered around the kitchen
I would let the dishes sit longer, and listen to his voice breaking
I would linger around and watch him becoming a composition
If I could reassemble the jigsaw with my sister
I would plait my love into her hair with abandon
I would let her laughter spill into my bones
If I could bring a bouquet of time to my parents
I would choose the largest one in the universe
I would infuse the petals with an aroma of whispering thanks
If I could sleep each past night again on a pillow besides you
I would relearn the forms and shapes of your presence
I would arrange my head into your arms, unwilling to awake
If I could harness moments, collect sounds, collapse days
I would swallow them into my gurgling veins
I would make them mine, forever relive just as
the waves wash sandy offerings into an anticipating ocean
*Nana/Nani – maternal grandparents
Dada/Didi – paternal grandparents
dupatta – long scarf
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NaPoWriMo 2019
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You made me feel the presence of each individual. From the lines of the first stanza I knew I was in for a treat.
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You are kind and I flew into this one through and through
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❤ Beautiful and touching. In adoration of this line: "I would linger around and watch him becoming a composition"
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Oh so nice to see your comments – thank you for the encouragement
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Beautifully penned Kashiana.
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Oh thanks so much
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I absolutely love the depth of the imagery that you weave in here. The longing can really be sensed!
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Can it? Thank you
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So much!
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Beautiful images. So much love.
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What a fantastic honorific of family.
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Thank you so much
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Beautiful, cascading imagery!
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Always means a lot! Thanks Frank
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My pleasure, Kashiana! 🙂
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