Tagged: Mother

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If I had time, I would tell you everything.

If I had time, I would tell you everything. How she was always learning to cook something new, how all her secret silk songs were of lost love, annotated dreams with no end, an...

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Utopia

You have been missing for a long time now, reaching for air listlessly, making lost noises. Your eyes have glazed over- pupils shifiting in and out of focus, a confused camera searching to capture. Dreams unfurl behind...

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Grandma Says

Grandma says she knew from how we left too fast when he called to pick  us up on Saturdays.   Mummy would scuttle through the flat like a cockroach, packing freshly baked cookies still cooling on...

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Lingzhi

I learnt about this mushroom which weighs the difference of realism and hope. How much Lingzhi soup can my metastasised mother drink in front of Dr Vibha? “You know it’s not going to reverse...

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Sun and Moon

I lifted another spoonful to your mouth, wiped a crumb off from your lips, pale but perfectly formed like the now full moon. I read a story in your eyes, felt your laughter give...

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smile and nod

She sat holding my dying mother’s hand and told me that I needed to trust in Jesus; take his wounded hand and never let it go, let his viscous blood run all over me like...

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Metamorphosis

I sit beside you watching the rise and fall of your chest, cocooned in blankets.   They look like they grew out from under your feet, enshrouding you in a peaceful white chrysalis, your...

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Return of God

I always believed that there was someone protecting me. When I was young at bedtime, my mother and I we would send up our prayers to the dark heavens, cupped in our palms like...