Friday, June 24, 2016

Monica Oswal writes


My mother's bangles
do not fit my slender wrists,
they clink as I
take them off everyday
for safekeeping
and they clink
when I put them on
day after day.

My daughter,
a pink rose,
her eyes shades of gray and green
is born today...

I am a mother
to a would be mother,
her tiny wrists shall wear them
one day,
the heirloom passes on.

Rose -- SayuriEyes

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