Poetry
Making Peace
Every day transactions
Published in
Aug 8, 2023
When I reassure my mother
who’s with her son
in a land far far away
that I will change the garland
that decks my father’s portrait,
humoring his long departed soul,
an annual ritual spelled out
in scripture and my mother’s mind
because she misses him so
and doesn’t wish for him to feel
neglected, forgotten, caught in a photo,
to his old room, eternally confined
I know in those moments
when I buy a rudraksh garland
that making peace with grief
is an everyday transaction…
