Mom Immigration Poems

The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Days have flown,
Months are gone..
Theres never been a day which was lacking your thought;
I even see your smile dropping down to a frown..

I have your...

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I never know what will happen…what memories I’ll see
but I love when my imagination merges with my memory.

My memory picks a person…sometimes quite randomly
and my...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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my parents came to America with 60 dollars,
clutched between their anxious fingers-
 the same ones they used to build me my future.

their memories-
comprised of a...

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Our President wants us to see
A Justice as mean as can be
Pack tots in cages
Deny their mom wages
And tell them they'll never be free...

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I married someone in America, "My royalty" -
But can you look away from Brides in Sari*
That long, silk or chiffon sheet several feet long
Wrapped with...

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Goes in hot. Comes out hot.
But this may be more than the casual student
Will want to know.

Mom’s grinding chilies for me in Modesto.
Red, green, a...

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