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I just made it in time for Mary's funeral, it had been raining
heavily all day but the sun came out through the clouds.
And as I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground,
I was filled with emotions pouring out of my soul.
I recall that typical day four years ago that my co-worker
and friend told me she had discovered a lump in her breast.
No pain, she said, probably nothing at all but we all told her
to go have it checked.
The pathology report came quickly, Stage IV, invasive
massive cancer tumors; in lymph nodes, in her breast,
metastasized. I recall thinking how is this possible? Mary
was hopeful, saying, I will beat this. She joined groups,
did walks with others with breast cancer. And she wore
pink. At work we all wore pink ribbons.
Both breasts were removed within weeks and the nodes,
and maybe more; then she started chemotherapy treatment,
and radiation and hormone therapy. I think sometimes, why
did she go through all that when the end was obvious to all.
Cancer victims must have exceptional inner courage.
Mary called me to say she was losing her hair, next she
lost her eyebrows and eyelashes, her finger nails and her
toenails were frail and discolored. We painted them pink.
She lost so much weight, oh she was so thin. When I visited
I had to hold back tears, only after leaving did I cry.
When I saw her, Mary wore a pink turban or hat and put
on makeup and big earrings. Actually she looked quite
beautiful to me. But she showed me her horrible scars and
would weep. She talked about breast cancer awareness
and the need for research. So much inner strength.
There was a hospital bed in her living room. Husband slept
on the couch, cat in her bed. How she loved that cat, they
had put a pink ribbon around its neck. Family and friends
came, in hushed tones they kissed her goodbye. She just
smiled and one evening alone with her husband and her
cat, she died. He said it was peaceful.
Please support cancer research and awareness always and,
remember, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month,
so wear PINK!
______________________
September 8, 2015
Narrative
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I have no other option
Than to smile at your mind’s adoption.
Of what value is joy that leaves in haste?
Of sweet honey that gives a bitter residual taste?
Just know dear lady, I lose nothing
The thoughts of you shall soon be forgotten.
I have no tears to shed
Than to smile that our romance is dead.
Of what use is fake love
Of piercing nails hidden under the glove?
Just know dear lady, I lose nothing
I shall smile soon of a true love begotten.
I have this good bye song to sing
Than to wait for a joy you’ll never bring.
Of what use is popcorn love to man?
Of a monstrous head hidden under a turban?
Just know dear lady, I lose nothing
Because the feelings I have for you are now rotten.
A vagabond once in a colorful ‘kurta’
And a turban wound round his head
Came into my house, one afternoon
A snake charmer,
Carrying pretzel serpents
In a wicker basket,
The slimy things coiled inside.
At our door step, he put down the cargo
Begging my mother to allow a show
Sitting on haunches,
He removed the lid
Three serpents were huddled inside
As soon as the cage was opened,
They unwound their folds and came out
On the tiled floor, they crawled round
Slipping and slithering awkwardly
One was a cobra, long and tawny
Soon it stood erect and opened its hood
Hissing kisses with its hungry tongue
The charmer gently blew on his horn
In the lulling music
The snake began to dance
My eyes bulged out in utter disbelief
Bewitchingly drawn to that mesmerizing scene
It was at that time my father came
With fire in his eyes, he shouted at my mother
“How dare you allow this here!
Are you playing with imminent death?
Stop this nonsense and let the man, go”
All were stunned and my mother shrunk back
Putting the snakes back in his basket,
The man was about to leave
My compassionate father didn’t forget
To give him a generous tip, feeling pity
For a man who was out with a risky job
To eke out a living, encountering death face to face
Still the memory lingers, raising fears
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And no one has been in this garden here
No other footprints shaped by sleeping grass
No one knows this place
And I, in this dress, silk turban wrapped
---I have my fine cloth crown
and sun
No one knows the burn behind my eyes
right before I write
the round black shallow grave pressed against my chest
No man has loved me
none at all
I have all these;
the sun, the grass, and the leaves
but it is only me here in this pretty
and when solitude reminds us of tragedy
I remember how blades of grass can cut
the sun can burn
and leaves make us slip
I learn to put the lines in your hands on a throne
the deep must of exasperation, the missing length
on the frame of your body
is better, I know
My God, I'm jumping, dodging daggers
I need to find home
Rest my head in the places you've wept
This is me knocking against the breadth
of our separation
I write no more in your memorial, but in mine
I have only the swords of grass to pass the time
I've worked with children all my days,
The things they say sure do amaze.
"How did the baby get in you?
Will it come out with your poo?"
"You'll need much more loo paper than me,
Your bottom is so big you see."
"Why's that man got a towel* on his head,
Has he just got out the shower?" she said.
"Granny's got a prickly chin,
When she kisses it hurts my skin."
"When I'm grown up how will I know
To talk like you." she said in woe.
In the garden she did appear,
A sanitary towel to her head adhered.
"You said they're for headaches." she said with pride.
Oh my goodness how I cried.
On a visit to the beach,
"Not that sandpit." she did beseech.
"Oh no the bridge has got a leak."
When she saw a puddle underneath.
"I banged my head." she did shout,
"All my little thoughts will come out."
Oh children, children I do decree,
That life is fun when you are three.
* turban
For Three Year Old Thoughts Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
My brother, you as well as I know
That I should have wished you well long ago
Nevertheless I wish you well now
As I make to wishing wellness my vow
We brought each other down at our own expense
So myopic was our lense
We each saw only what was one's own
Until our doors were knocked and banged by others' groans
Therefore I wish you rain and I wish you dew
May God give you a robe and turban white and new
Be the walking dignity of we your kinsmen
And may we resemble gloriously as brethren
For the flourishing of one and another and another
Will breed praises to God whenever we'll gather
May it proliferate throughout the nation
That the peoples may draw from us citation
And when it's all done and unabated
So will it be to the sons an inheritance slated
So soaking will Godliness be to our name
That repute will be more than fame
K. Muitherero.
654.
The 4th Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
Contact with Great Asian Nations
Aside from neighboring Southeast Asian civilizations
Pre-Spanish Philippines also had contact with great Asian nations
They were the Indians, the Chinese & the Japanese
We also got remarkable contributions & heritage from these
Great Pre-Spanish religion we adopted from India
The pantheon of gods & the godhead Bathala
The use of turban, veil & jewelry
Words, numbers & foods from this big country
Great Pre-Spanish economy we adopted from China
Mining, smithing, gambling, tong, tawaran, taya
The use of gong, fan, umbrella & slippers
Words, foods, ancestor worship & firecrackers
Great Pre-Spanish industry we adopted from Japan
Agriculture & manufacturing from the Land of the Rising Sun
They instructed us that fishes & ducks can be cultured
They also taught us that tools & arms can be manufactured
This is the 4th Period of Pre-Spanish Era – Contact with Great Asian Nations
Food, clothing, materials, culture, customs & traditions
From great countries was endowed to us long ago
God initiated the Philippines as part of a great farrago.
-05/09/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Behind a pane of vintage
glass he stands,
A silent wizard from a distant
land.
With golden turban and a
paisley vest,
He wakes to life at a coin's
request.
An iron token drops into the
slot,
And gears awaken what the
workshop wrought.
His painted eyes begin to roll
and gleam,
A sudden actor in a neon
dream.
The crystal ball lights up with
shifting fire,
Responding to the circuit
board's desire.
He nods his head and waves
a mechanical hand,
Dispensing secrets from the
desert sand.
"Zoltar Speaks!" his booming
voice declares,
To startled children at the
crowded fairs.
His motorized jaw clicks
open and goes slack,
Demanding that you never
look back.
A whirring motor drops a
paper slip,
Your future written on a
cardboard strip.
The music fades, the blinking
lights grow dim,
And quiet shadows settle
back on him.
He waits alone inside his
wooden box,
A trapped magician under
glass and locks.
A is for Aster dancing in the wind
B is for Begonia as many as you can find
C is for Cornflower adorning a maiden’s hair
D is for Dandelion waving in the air
E is for English Daisy shining silver along the brook
F is for Fairy Wings kept in granny’s book
G is for Geranium in our pretty garden
H is for Hollyhock atop the Afghan’s turban
I is for Impatiens a carpet beneath the tree
J is for Jewelweed visited by the bee
K is for Kalimeris white as the snow
L is for Lily that in the church glow
M is for Marigold all over the hills
N is for Naranjilla without any frills
O is for Orchids that the pretty lady got
P is for Pansy drawn on the riverside yacht
Q is for Quail bush bright in the summer sun
R is for red rose in the senora’s bun
S is for Sunflower thousands in the field
T is for Tailflower out of its shield
U is for Uncarina deep in Madagascar
V is for Verbascum shaped like a star
W is for Wisteria soft as satin dress
X is for Xyris which grows without a fuss
Y is for yew fresh as spring dew
Z is for Zinnia that once in the yard grew
These flashes of colours in our everyday life
Gives meaning to that endless strife
1/03/13
By- Tahera Mannan
Intricate are the patterns
that Dream weaves in the
darkest realm of my mind;
I once saw myself walking
along the seashore of
gleaming golden sands
strewn with sparkling gems.
There were women -
Fair, bald and beautiful -
sprawled naked on the beach
groveling at my feet
squirming and moaning
in the scorching heat
of the midday sun.
I saw myself standing amid them
dressed in a sheik's flowing robe
and wearing a bejeweled turban.
In my one hand I held
a glittering Excalibur
and an olive branch in the other.
At that moment I saw
someone riding upon
a giant bald eagle,
wearing a suit of armor,
swooping down on me
from the heavens;
In his left hand
He clutched a scroll,
In his right he held
a huge quill like a lance;
With the dexterity of a knight
He thrust the quill into my heart!
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