Mother Family Poems

Her newborn girl wasn't given to her
for the crucial skin to skin contact
instead the nurses took the baby away
and returned the daughter back to the...

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You were my first and truest guide,?
With open arms and heart so wide.?
A listening ear through sleepless nights,?
A steady hand in all my fights.

You taught...

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I miss my mom.
I don’t remember much about her,
It’s been over a decade and a half since
I last saw her,
Before she faded into
The person she’s...

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I was born in absence—
not just of a father,
but of the myth of one.
Raised by silence,
I searched for manhood
in shadows and wounds.

My name is Oedipus...

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Facing my new reality can be overwhelming
I am blessed to be the mother of two sons
one of which is accomplishing great things
here on earth and...

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Mother's arms reach 
across any distance. 
Your breath becomes 
her heartbeat.
Love flows 
like morning light 
through eyes 
that see all of you.

In your blood runs...

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Every day we’re making memories…we’re out in the world having fun…
and every day, if I am lucky, I write a few lines about one…

But with...

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Brothers once, beneath the same monsoon sky,
Before foreign flags touched your soil,
You drank from the same rivers,
Laughed beneath the same banyan trees,
Shared gods, grain, and...

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In my few quiet moments, I always say grace, 
a mother first, trying to find my place, 
my eyes are tired, every single day, 
I’m...

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This is for the sleepless nights you spent
thinking 'bout life's ups and downs and in betweens
For the efforts you continuously exert, though unseen
For the hungry...

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Things Missing Somewhere in This House
My birth bertificate…
A box of needed, new bank checks…
Both of our wedding rings…
My Waterman fountain pen…
After 4 decades, at least...

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A Friday,
a plane crash,
a phone call,
all it took
for your whole world to shatter.

You never got to tell them
how you’d follow in his footsteps
in his wing...

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She might have painted the sea—
or a golden field of wheat
beneath a hazy summer sky—
but he took her brushes,
left the bristles splayed,
the paints dried out,
and...

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I still wake to crisp morning air,
but hope dissolves right then and there.
As I open my eyes, I realize and sigh—
another day begins, and I...

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Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back, 
I too wish to be at the resemblance 
of hardworking thumbs, 
those same fingers that sewed 
the...

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