Marking Moments

Torso limbs
Uncurled
He leisurely lay
Sprawled
On LR couch
Covered
by a garden
Of hand
embroidered
Flowers
resting
On dainty
Green necks
Adorning a light
pistachio colored
Inherently warm
Pashmina shawl
Made warmer
By memories
Of mom draping
It across shoulders
With her tiny palms
Tucked inside
Especially
On cool
Monsoon nights
~
suddenly
I was right
There
where
wayward
Heart belonged
Reassured
By the gentle
aura lining
Her infinitely
warming persona
~
I was
home
Cozily nuzzling
Her ethereal form
as it stole towards me
Engulfing
~
When I came
To
I
Lightly
reeked
Of sandal paste
Cardamons and
Holy basil
~
moms
Never leave
They simply infuse
progeny as loving
memories
for keeps
~
I
hastened
To view
Myself
In the mirror
Mom
Lovingly
gazed
back

~

Nov 2009 mom's shawl

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