Tagged: grandma

all at once, you are

all at once, you are
everywhere – in the butterfly
visiting the west

side, the dragonfly passing
through the garden this morning
.
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we are bringing wok-

we are bringing wok-
roasted peanuts
back – from grandma’s
kitchen to mom’s to

mine, each with her own fire and
flair, with more than a grain of salt
.
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mom celebrates three

mom celebrates three
birthdays each year – one for the
moon, one for grandma,

one for grandpa – and so we
follow her to the moon and back
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: moon

the knot is too tight

the knot is too tight,
she is probably trying
to say – day after

day after day after day,
molded into man’s image
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: image

january is

january is
helping grandma hang on or
let go, wavering
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: wavering

the impermanence

the impermanence
of things pains me – this afternoon,
finding a crack in

grandma’s ring and wondering
how it got there, how to rewind
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: rewind

mom cooks fish the way

mom cooks fish the way
her mama cooks fish
the way her grandma
cooked fish the way i
could never seem to cook
fish, no matter how
closely i watched,
how diligently
i took notes
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: fish

my six aunts and

my six aunts and
uncle gather around
grandma’s hospital
bed, allowing
the performance of
procedure to overtake the
art of living.
Their hands
are collectively
tied in the pursuit
of individual
blamelessness.

grandma looks
on, one against
six, a tube down
her throat, mindful
of cumulative losses.

as in every
situation, time
flexes its
muscles, taunting us
to hold on or let go
while duty,
devotion, and rivalry
measure us for both
.
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grandma’s recipe,

i am delicately

i am delicately
peeling into
this memory i have
of you – how we
rarely had
lychees
in our youth
unless
you were visiting –
maybe you’d carry
with you only
a small bag of
the sweet fruits,
and still, it was
up to us
to peel away
the tough outer
layer, past the inner
membrane,
to get to
the unforgettable
part, the stuff
of memories
.
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