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Sunday, June 14, 2015

The big day...


Yesterday was your big day - you started Kindergarten at Bowman International. Nana-nani were here to give you their blessings. How wonderful that they could be here to do that. Nani fed you a spoon of "dahi aur cheeni" to mark the occasion. I loved the little ceremony.
We drove together -- your dad and I to drop you off. At school, outside your classroom, it was all over before I could get acclimated to the new drop off. With a kiss and a wave you were gone and your dad and I were left standing there agape. I was quite apprehensive about my little baby and how she will fare on day one but you seemed so with it....my little self-contained one. As I always say, "You're wise beyond MY years."
This morning however there were a few tears. You complained about how long the day was and how much you "...missed mommy all day". I know you're pining for the lazy and magical, warm days with nana-nani that you've spent this summer. To comfort you, we talked about using your "kissing hand" and you said "it did not work" so i showed you how it works only if you place it on your heart and say "i miss mommy and now I feel better". That seemed to help. Then you demanded today (day 2), to carpool with Anya so I had to call Rizwana aunty and arrange that. Once again you left with a big smile and were gone before I could get my fill of your sweet smile...

How I miss you my little one. It's a big week for you and for me. I think about how this is your first big step into the world. My love is with you, always.

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--Reena
Publishing now that my little dumpling has graduated from 8th grade ...9 years later ...but this was written after that first day of Kindergarten.
September 6th 2006

Friday, June 5, 2015

precious

the ephemera of life on this earth
never fails to impress 
whence all is said and done
love will count, not much else

so go out, run free, be great
don't forget to touch that heart, kiss that face, hug that one
who lights up your life every moment of every day
for come tomorrow it may just be a memory
clutch these moments, hold on, love well - today!!

******
 June 9, 2011
came to me a long time ago when that silly and very young little girl Mira, asked me how much I loved her...I laughed and cried...before I could answer


Thursday, June 4, 2015

thorns

ran wild among my flowers fragrant
made it my habit of being found with them
ran in a hurry, inhaled magic colors
but somehow the thorns caught my shins

traded soft sands and easy lands
for runs and exhausting promises
while winds erased the paths i imagined
found new dreams as old ones vanish

and yet the bruises do cruelly remind
of far off tales and dusty paths
you once reminded me of the sins
of forgetting in love's aftermath

but will i be ready waiting at life's door
when the mighty fences have melted away
when my shins have grown stronger skin
when it's time to fly away...


--------
reena
june 4th 2015

Friday, April 24, 2015

kindling



how did it come to be?
just walking a day at a time
i wasn't looking, i didn't heed i didn't need, it wasn't mine nothing big, nor grand
some laughs we shared
and a sense of life
a humor we found
in life's gifts and tears
yet nothing profound
a daisy on a hillside
snatched my breath,
froze my tracks
precious in a mad rush life your heartfelt words
for my silly verse
your worry for my fears
your open heart
mostly it happened unbeknownst to me
yet now it's here - to stay
a friendship of rarity
just so it blossoms
succor for the daily trail
but tis' the little stuff they say is what comes to count... 


---------
reena
a forever ago...and now!

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

skin

I am but aged skin
Eyes reddened with all I've seen
Nails blunted from walls I've scaled
Hair that flailed in many winds
Journeys that were so long and hard
Sometimes unable to take one more step
Spat out with waters soaked in my blood
With room to breathe but I can only sigh
Forks & betrayals so many I couldn't recall
Tears are water, don't wash off blood
My collections of roses and thorns and mud
I fell and crawled and stood up again
Rode aspiration horses of broken legs
Uprooted from land that was mine, familiar
My heart sent off to a permanent exile
So yes I don't know how to cry
Now I smile, and laugh but it ends in ache
Such stories you couldn't imagine in dreams
My accounts could save you some wounds 
Won't you sit a while, listen to me?
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--Reena

April 7th 2015

Thursday, March 19, 2015

goodnight

Goodnight my love.  
I miss you 
I fall asleep and...
I dream of you 
grateful for 
the love that's come my way...
because of you...I didn't earn it
you just gave it to me. 
Thank you for making my life 
so special, fragrant, aglow
for making this blink in a vast universe 
larger than the sky 
deeper than the ocean
And I will always love you
I know...
And do remember that.