Childhood, In Three Pieces (Hour Twenty-Three)

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

Your Anecdotes are My Memories

I. “Remember when…?” Can’t say I do I remember instead the stories you tell. And I’m sure your stories are quite true “Remember when…?” Can’t say I do. I’m full of holes, events slip through But stories sometimes stick quite well. “Remember when…?” Can’t say…

Prompt#23 Carefree days

I came into this world with a bang.  On a stormy Thursday afternoon,      the trains stopped working,         the roads were flooded,           I came into this world with 5) the umbilical cord wrapped around my…

Tale of Childhood

1. After a dark night, There’s a surmise. Although the moon is bright And the stars infinite, With the darkness I fight. 2. After a hug tight, There’s a surprise. Although the kiss is just right And the smiles infinite, The love gives me a…

Take It Easy

Taking it easy now No rushing for me Though I get it done And work better under pressure But what does that really say about me And why does it connect with the conversation that I had with my children Why is there so much…

Hour Five: The Park

Author’s Note: I don’t have a location special to me, that I haven’t visited in many years so I can’t really do the prompt. However, I can write about a place that is special to me, that I have visited recently. So here it goes….

Nostalgia

HOUR FIVE In my yesteryears memories, I see my ancestral home- an adjunct to my life a home painted with not just colors- but celebrations of life I peeked into the rasoi, a roshandaan- a quaint window with molds and webs greeted nostalgia and paper…

THIRTEEN

This is not about the kitchen table The kitchen table never touches the floor, hangs from the wall like a shelf. The kitchen table where we ate so many dinners, its three sides and the three of us. The kitchen table where we read the…

Hour 1 Prompt – Childhood Diaries

Outside my ancestral home, I revisit those memories of childhood, Clink of my anklets in the yard, Pumping out water from the well, Our endless giggles as we play, Chasing the colourful kites across the fence, What I see now is an illusion Everything wrapped…