Friday, June 24, 2016

Monica Oswal writes



Heirloom


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


No comments:

Post a Comment

Join the conversation! What is your reaction to the post?