Her People

I’m a foreigner, though, I call her grandma. I sit with her, feed her, hold her hand, calm her, take walks with her, and used to care for her. But, my face will never be familiar and though my presence may be enough, it will never fully be comforting. She wants you, her people. You,…

Freedom

You rose in the morning, ready for battle, kissed the pictures of loved ones and tucked them away in your chest pocket, for safe keeping. From the trenches you devised plans, cried over fear, charged the field, brother by brother, your hands and feet stained with valor that even to this day, does not go…

Behind Fluttering Curtains

I am awake in darkness, silently reading a letter from you; remembering as much as I can, word for word, for I know I will forget when morning comes. Gradually, the black keystrokes come alive in a deep voice, which I imagine is yours. “Keep pressing in” you encourage, “I’m on the verge of breaking,…

Bridging Memory

Though it’s only been one of two nights here, I have forgotten where I am. My eyes squint awake trying to make out objects in the darkness, where only a slit of light occupies the space. My body has registered awake, as my mind toggles in between dream and reality. Softness and warmth sandwich me, luring…