Hey. It’s been a while Since the last time I gave you a dial.   I know it’s late And I’m keeping you awake But I just wanted to say That I miss you everyday.   And I also wanted to tell you About all…

My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…

Ninety miles she walked, towards liberty or death with God’s voice in her ear.   Ninety miles she trudged through forest and stream she knew her worth and did not fear.   Ninety miles she led her people, like Moses led the Israelites, from bondage…

The feeling of your soft embrace again Would produce such a light and energy, however we never know when. Sporadic, erratic, However somehow the hopes will never fail me. To truly be by my side, one must learn how to enjoy the ride. The one…

That spring morning in April, your granddaughter held the phone to your ear when I called, you on your deathbed, me standing alone at the back slider. I cried as your gravelly voice came over the wire, systems shutting down at age 98. I knew…

I want to be educated! I am not a coward at all To get education in school Or just to stick with a mat Outdoor. I am not born to die to do useful things are not a lie That’s why take me to school,…

“How to make you love me” Ingredients 1. Love 2. Honesty 3. Humor 4. Communication 5. Fate   Love is the key to make this work, And so add it up in a big bowl. Add up honesty and a spice of humor These are…

Matriarch That’s the word for you, even if you’d never have used it for yourself. That’s the word, Nana. Barely over five feet tall, But in my memory (and those of all your other grandkids) A titan of warmth and strength. We had our fights…

Blinded by your deceptive Neptunium haze you caught my passionate Plutonian gaze and you hypnotize me in the night you silently seized my vulnerable light. Irresistible, you’re sinfully sweet with your honey-suckled laced lips— tasted like orange blossom drips— A most dreamy hallucinogen mixed with…

To my grandmothers I wish that the afterlife allowed for letters. Why not let some document float to earth, ethereal and mysterious, but newsy. News from two women who died too young. News from the grandmothers I never met. You could fill a page with…