When my mother made apple pie,my sister and I sat at the tableand ate the long, tart peels.She did the task with a skilland privacy she often…
She guided me to ask her the right question
A journey towards Elderhood #2
Taking mom on a trip to celebrate Elderhood
I unbury my tentfrom the closet floor,to loan it to my daughter.
When did you last use it?
I unfurl the desert from the bag,the dust scent held for a decade,my crisp, blue parachute.
I love her, “She is the noor of my eyes and the Sultan of my heart” but why are our minds so far apart?