What Are You?

I can't tell
And maybe I could
If I knew where you were coming from
Your source eludes me
Making it impossible to know
How to get rid of you

1145

Stand Up, Stand Tall

My legs ache under my weight
But I know
I have little choice
But to walk on

1144

Dunked

Come on already body
I get it
I need to change anything
I'm trying
But you gotta with with me here

1143

Slam

Dunked like a little cookie
In a large cup of chai
And all for what?
A soggy piece of existence
Served with a side of endings

1142

I Saw You Cry

You said sorry
Sorry for being emotional
But it's what I needed you
To feel
All these years
Without the tears
Without all the fear

1141

What A Day

Information giving
Farming to create
Planning newness
Burying old
Carving for tomorrow

1140

Mamma

My dear Manzil,

Today, after much deliberation
And in much desperation
You said, Mamma

You might not remember
Your very first word
Was mamma

At seven lovely months
You decided to say nothing but
And now finally you found it again

Yours, always,
Mamma

1139

Almost There

I can see it
Shining, calling me to it
Even though I've never run a race
I could tell
It was where
It's always been

1138

Light

I feel light
And lit
And all of this light
Carving its way through the darkness

1137

Blue

Don't feel it
Even though I do
Can't wait for more of it
Will it come through?

1136

Go Away

I didn't invite you
And I certainly don't want
You here
So why do you insist on returning
So punctually every month?

1135

Boat sounds like...

Today, I turned in my ballot
For the first time in person
Next time I vote
I hope it'll be in person
At my polling station
Next time,
I hope it works out

1134

Eggshells

I wish I could tell you
That pins and needles are as sharp as
Eggshells
Which may seem so innocuous
But can still cut through
Till all of you bleeds

1133

Whine

My heart of course hurts
My ears too
But really it's my brain
More than anything
That needs kindness

1132

No Regrets

None at all
But why can't
I have it all?

1131

Last Days

Finally
This month is over
And I'm being daring
Hopeful even
For what's next

1130

Builder Bar

Your strength speaks loud and clear
It tells me to remember days like today
When we are drowning in a cesspool of
Hopelessness
To remember your strength

1129

Let's Figure this Shit Out

When enough is truly enough
I think it's okay to take a moment
To reset
Restart
And figure this shit out

1128

What in the World

Do you see the pattern?
I'm these recent events
Feels like history is repeating
When will the cycle end?

1127

Don't You Worry

I know there will be times
When I tell you that
And you will not believe me
Not the hardest will be, my dear,
When I don't believe you

1126

You will not be Erased

Dear M,

How was your first teach in?

Did you listen with your whole heart and body
When one after the other people came up
And told us how terrified they were of erasure?

Did you listen with your whole heart and body
How mindfully they chose their words
Knowing that they are monitored and policed all the time?

Did you notice how they asked their allies to step up
To be accomplices with our bodies
To stand in front of, behind, and besides
When push becomes shove becomes tear gas becomes bullets?

Our bodies may be so different from one another
Our voices sing and wail in every pitch possible

Our dreams though,
Our dreams bleed the same colors when they are bludgeoned

And though physics will teach you that the color white contains all colors on the spectrum
Be courageous

Challenge what you are told
For what you know to be true

That pink and blue skies are inseparable right before the day begins and ends
Just as we are all tailored with the same threads of euphoria and grief
When met with our beginnings and endings

And that white, of all colors, cannot fathom the beauty of all the shades of brown you are, without rendering you completely invisible

And you, my dear M,
Are anything but.

With powerful love,
Your Mamma

1125

Sad Birthday

Dear Batty,

My eyes hurt
A dried up kind of hurt
Which is odd
Because I've cried a lot for a month
So they should be moist
But like your cruel end
They are dry
And devoid of hope

Miss you,
S

1124

Birthday Eve, Dying Day

What odd cruelty is this
Some trick the world is playing
Taking you away
Right before your got a chance to celebrate
A chance to fall in love
And be loved
To be full of dreams
Complete and forgotten
To have the future face you
And you have the luxury of staring right back
To live
A chance to live

1123

Back to Where it all Started

Today, you will go back
To where you came from
Yet so far from where you began
I think of the moment you emerged
How no mother should have to say goodbye
And still, here you are
Back to where it all started

1122

Gone

I woke up
Against my will
But maybe for you
Surely,
For you
To say goodbye
One last time
Goodbye, my friend

1121

Confront

It may seem the same
But take it from someone
Who has an advanced degree in this
It was different
Things may not change tomorrow
But when they do
Know that you lit the flame

1120

Nausea

Hello my old friend
I don't care where you've been
I never asked you to come back
And I would much rather you go away

1119

Baby Doll

I knew you had it in you
To delight the world with your words
And your choice from all
The words in the world
I'm glad you chose baby doll

1118

Malign

So there you were
Growing
Without impetus or invitation
But your time is now done

1117

Double Trouble

When you get twice the trouble
You also get twice the joy
Cuddles and all the smiles

1116

Climb On

So high
Yet treading untested waters
My little heart leaps
As you jump
Down

1115

Helper

Dear M,

Today, you wanted to help
And you did
Like a little kind listener
You put things away
I can't wait to see what'll come next
I know I'll be around to watch it change

Love,
M

1114

No More Sweater Weather

None of it
No more
Spoiled to the core
Of my very thin skin

1113

Destination

You make me feel like I can put my foot on the brake
Like it's okay to take a deep breath
And take in the scenery
Like tomorrow is here
And yesterday is yet to arrive
You make me feel like I am here
And it's been one hell of a ride

1112

Eu-pecking-rika

Of all the things you say
And like to say
My favorite was what you said today
You told me that time
Is just like the word itself
Made out of odd letters that sometimes follow the rules and sometimes don't
It's short and done before you begin saying it
It starts so definitively
And ends silently
If it didn't have the ending it does
It would be a sad little Tim

1111

Generations

Old in a new kind of way
At two different points in their journeys
But still connected at all the intersections of this life

1110

Something Different

Can you tell
That it feels different
The air around us smells stale
Mimicking the essential rotting if what we used to be
And the light around is fading
Crying only a hint of a distant memory of what we could be

1109

Right Side

Usually you're my better side
Tattoos, holes, injuries
You've seen it all
This time though
You disappoint

1108

Leap Frog

Are you already ready
To jump into whatever comes next?
To polish what you have learned so far
And use it to land on your next lily pad of milestones
Will you let me come with you
Or tread these waters alone?

1107

Say Your Name

Repeat it slowly
Now normally
Like you would to a friend
Now say it like you mean it
Like you were born with it
Say it so I can colonize you
With my demands between your every syllable
And then say it in a way
It was never meant to be spoken
But the only way I will understand it
And now
Say your new home

1106

Saturday of Snuggles

Clouds big enough to
Cover up all my flaws
Scattered throughout the grass outside
But your hold
Brings me sunshine

1105

Just Slide

Hey you
With your little fingers curled up
In the most snug of fists
Your fist on my chest
Just below my collar bone
Your nose making the hair
On my arm tickle
Your face moist with sleepy sweat
And your little sighs
I could stay here
Forever

1104

Skillful Blocking

I absolutely cannot
I cannot let my brain
Or worse
My heart
Go there
I think of a world without you
And my eyes come to a crashing close
To shut it all out

1103

Waltz with You

I saw you follow the beat
And capture the rhythm
With both of your hands and feet
I caught a glimpse of the shine
As you smiled in my direction
Letting me know this dance was mine

1102

Timeless Giggles

Tonight I held you
And through the darkness
I could still make out your dimple
Smiling in your right cheek
And then you giggled
A full assured giggle
And I responded
With a teeny unsure one
And you forgave me
And giggled even louder

1101

Batting

Rooting for you means
Pulling out every weed
That's coming in the way
Of you growing
To be your full self
Nothing like a little drought
To get us to love on
Our roots even more

1100

Fight

We are all rooting
We are all cheering
We are hoping against hope
And holding on to every thread
We have every cliche on our side to ask you to
Hang in there
Fight

1099

Stay

Yesterday,
I asked you to come back
Begged
What can I do to
Make you stay?

1098

Come Back

I want you to know
That if you want to wake up
We'll all be here
We're all here
We love you
And are rooting for you
Come back

1097

Doing It All

I did it
Even though I told myself I couldn't
Even though everyone said I couldn't
It still happened
So I know it can be done
But at the expense of what

1096

You Did It!

It took about 15 days
And it may sound trivial
But 15 days times 30 minutes times all the tears
you shed
Times the piercing volume of your scream
Times your nonstop screams
Equals a little piece of my heart breaking each day
But today, you did it
I walked in anticipating my heart breaking
But instead, it soared because
You did it

1095

Help Me If You Can

If you could
I really really would
Appreciate your little something
To get me by
On a high
All the way
Over there
To feel like you care
Is only fair
So my dear Dan
Help me if you can

1094

Knee

How is it possible
For you to just this way
So much that I can't feel my leg
Or my back
You own my body
Its pain
And I paid a lot for it

1093

Stood Up

Not my
It's you
Still, my heart broke a little
And I bought flowers to repair it

1092

Watered Up

I wish I could find all of the words
In all of the world
To tell you just how it felt
To feel bubbles the size of buses being popped on your head
To hear the sea lions bark with my ear hugging yours
To feel our hair moist from our own sweat and the ocean below
Stuck to our faces and the backs of our necks
I'm really struggling to find the words
So I guess these will just have to do

1091

I'm lost

I didn't realize it
That I was never really found
And the woods are so deep
I don't remember ever setting foot in them

1090

Namaste

You're ready to say so much
And yet you are holding it in
You reserve your words in loud exclamations
Ready for any occasion

1089

Jimbo

That's so funny
You said
Through tears that didn't seem remotely happy

1088

Time to Go

You reek
Even when I air you out
Even when I scrub every inch of you
You torment me
And you must go

1087

Nothing in Here

Each day is such a mighty act
Of just getting by
And getting through
Without completely losing it

1086

Cisterhood

I didn't ever realize I was looking
I didn't know what I didn't have
I hadn't seen what I couldn't find
Until I found you

1085

Are You Concerned?

Does it bother you
When we're headed in the wrong direction
And you didn't realize
Or do you pretend unit didn't notice and keep moving
Just in case you stumble into righteousness?

1084

Look At Me

A few years ago
I couldn't say this
Was remotely possible
So much would've come in the way
Mostly me, I would've come in my way
And lost sleep and been disappointed
And disappointed
But all I can say now is
Hey
Look at me

1083

How Low?

Really, how low is too low
Before you crumble and let go?

1082

Stuck Still

I can't feel my feet anymore
I've been standing with my feet dig in for so long
It's hard and sticky, this ground
I wish it were the golden sand
Being drowned by relentless yet gentle waves
But, no
This is quicksand
This is tar
This is a mess
And I'm stuck

1081

Cold like an Avalanche

I was trying so hard not to catch it
Tried to slow down
Tried to catch my breath
But every time
My feet caught up
And I caught it

1080

Birthdays

Another one come and gone
Will you chase it
As it runs far far away from you?

1079

Sisterhood

All it has ever taken
Is
One woman standing up for
Another
All it ever takes is for one
To hold the other up

1078

High Energy

Dear M,

I love all of you,
I love that part of you that's all energy
I love that part of you that's ready to explore
I hope you never change
I hope you always know

You light up my world,
Mamma

1077

Choices

Even in the face of absolute terror
We have it in us to find a speck of beauty
And that little speck sometimes
Is all we get to
Hold on to
And nurture till it becomes a flame

1076

New Things

Dear Bumpy,

We miss you everyday! You were our first and you have seen us through so much. Today, we got a new thing. It looks like you, but different. We remembered you and miss you.

Thank you.

1075

ER

I thought another one of you was about to pop out
And the pain caused nausea
And the pain made my arms numb
And the pain made me hyperventilate
Till I thought I was going to pass out

1074

I am worth it

Sometimes I feel unworthy of my dreams
That I see in the secrecy of my sleep
Soo, especially on the mornings after
I work with myself
Persuading myself
That I'm worth every glimmering
Speck of my dream

1073

Hold Tight

On Friday night
I thought to myself
Monday night was so far
Last night
It had sprung up on me
Before I had the chance to soak it all in
To hold tight

1072

Open Up

I learn to give birth to such beauty
Whenever I open up to the unknown
Like bringing a being into life
And out into the world
Through a mere opening of what is used to being shut tight
And so much beauty can come
Feeling opening doors that have always been closed

1071

Villagers

Thanks for being there
So we don't have to
Do this
Alone
Even though we have some a rather decent job
Of pretending we can
So far
At least

1070

Goodbye August

Days filled with heat
That we hardly felt
And nights of cooling breeze
That we came to know a bit
New moments
Plane trips
Goodbyes
And so many hellos
New firsts
It's been a long one
So with love and joy,
I say goodbye

1069

Good Times. Old Times.

It's almost as though
No time has elapsed
Yet here we are
With 3 more in tow
Still anchored by
Memories of cooking
Dancing
Singing
Late night surprising
Exploring
Loving and more

1068

And Done

It happened so fast
Yet took so long
And such a village to make it happen

1067

Call to Conscience

We were all called
To stand up tall
As we witnessed our own privilege
Of being on this side of the wall
To unpack all of this
Is to sit with all this trauma
That we have made others endure

1066

Where Were We?

Dear Manzil,

Today you were on your own
No mamma or daddy
mamma was off talking to communities
And Daddy off teaching geometry
I know it's new
And I know you're being brave
And maybe you even wondered
Where we were

Right here. Always with you,
Us

1065

Little Legs

I can still see it
When you stood so bold
And moved with your new found courage
The world had nothing on you

The world has nothing on you
But it'll sure try
It'll try to bring you down
To its deepest most rocky core

Its deepest most rocky core
Will on its best days
Threaten to swallow you whole
Maybe even stifle the air out of you

The air out of you may try to leave
But you run after it, grab it, and swallow it whole
Just like life itself, just like your first little run
On your two little legs

1064

Gotta Face It

Dear Manzil,

There will be a lot of things you don't like about me. And even though I don't get a vote, I do hope you will like about me that I work hard to spreal directly to people. Especially to those I care deeply about.

I love you,
Mamma

1063

Soy

What flavor will you be today?
A little sugary dream sprinkled in
Will add to your deliciousness
And I can't wait to eat you up

1062

Betadine

You fell
And it made my heart leap
I thought you were two feet
Stumbling in your errors
Finding your way in the dark

1061

Assumptions

You never learned to give the benefit
Of your doubt
Doing dubious things
With no one to question your
Authenticity

1060

That's a crazy question

No questions are stupid
But some questions are crazy
Especially when asked
When the answer is not something
You're ready to hear

1059

New Sights, Old Eyes

I see you
In ways I hadn't before
In ways I want sure I needed to
And certainly didn't want to
And you showed me new things
That opened my old eyes

1058

Why are you here?

Your ableism allows you
To be here
Or maybe my classism questions it

1057

Better

It could've been better
But that means that I now can see
That I'm better
And that I see myself as better
Than I've ever been

1056

Alliance

I never learned
How to notice
The good things
When good things happened
I was too busy counting down
To the next bad one
To relish in the good
But you said
Life's too short
To only soak in the bad
And I need to learn to listen

1055

Mystery

You were just standing there
Alert
Alerting us off your presence
Flashy and beaten down
As unsure as I
About what do next

1054

So Full of You

You know how my happiest of places is
Somewhere I go with my eyes closed?
Floating in water so clear
I can count the number of stripes on that fish
The air smells wet
It tastes so sweet
I want to let it swallow me whole
But I don't
There won't be me anymore
To make this place my half
Place

1053

Biting My Nose

Do you realize how
much you make me smile when
you giggle and take my nose in
your mouth
It refines my sense of smell
And hones my sense of humor

1052

I Expect

It was born when a little part of me
Died
Still, I decided I needed to rise
Because
I know I can

1051

Forgotten

Exhaustion and excitement are
Indeed so close
They both let a person forget
Where one started
In excited exhaustion
Or exhausting excitement

1050

Cousins

What is the root of this friendship
That is bonded by birth
And bounded by life
Will it see itself into the future
Or quietly shrivel inside

1049

Revisit

The center of a mandala
Is the same place that stores
My beating heart
It's the base of the tallest mountain
The edge of the harshest of oceans
Right before the floor falls
And my feet have to decide
To wade or give in

1048

You Will See Too

It's taking me a while
I've had to find the perfect
Prescription
And still there are days
When I just cannot see
I look at you from every angle
I stand on my head
I peek under elbows
Are you even there?

1047

I'll Try

I promise I do
Everyday
For a while now
I wake up
Earnest in my attempts
And I go to bed
Promising myself to try harder
The question I have though is,
Will you?

1046

What's Your Intent?

Last I checked,
I needed no saving
I didn't need a website telling me how
to raise a kind human
I do need some tools to tell
People like you to mind your own business
And maybe even
To save yourself
Do you know where I can find that?

1045

Demented

Will you remember me
When you start to leave me
Will my voice echo somewhere in your mind
Even as I work on quieting down

1044

Learning to Sleep

Such a small thing
We learn to avoid it
Disrespect it
Pretend like it doesn't mean much
Revere it, hell, even crave it
We learn to share it
Give it
And struggle to find it
But never have I appreciated it more than
Watching you learn to do it

1043

Keep your pants on

What is it about you men
That you can't share?
You can't handle divided attention
Even though you've got your balls on you
Your incapable of producing much
Does that piss you off?
Make you want to show me who's boss?
You're the one tied up though
As I walk free

1041

I Saw You

Last night
You arrived in you form
But also not
And it was the not that makes me want to see you again
But it's the you that reminds me to run

So tonight, I'll run

1040

Nomad

Maybe there will never be
A place I can call mine
And maybe it won't matter
Because I have places that call me theirs

1039

Souls and Cups

If I still lived here
Would I still be as flooded with
Happy memories
Or would the struggles blind me
So neither soul nor cup were filled?

1038

For Y

Roots, shoots, twigs, and leaves
I am each and every one of these
And really, have I even lived unless I know
What it feels like to have had them broken?
To have had them plucked from me like the very insides of me are being chosen specifically to be
Torn
It took me a better part of three decades to learn
That I'm also trunk, branch, bark, and weeds
I can birth new saplings from the hardened skin I grow
And shed what is diseased and what must go
I am planted, grounded, and I've learned to pick up and leave
I know how to change colors if I'm put in that position
I know how to soak up the rain, I know how to brave a famine
I can grow in the wettest crevices and the most hostile of sand
And I know how to spread love without being asked, I know how to change as seasons demand
I reserve the right to choose to wilt
I am entitled to house every bird and the nest they've built
So what if I'm the y of the x?
So what if I don't know what's next?
So what if I have to uproot to become free?
So what if all my branches don't understand me?
Yes, I will break and wilt and wither
After all, I am twigs, branches, and weeds
I am shoots, trunk, and bark
But I will also begin again,
And I know how to restart -
Because, you see,
I'm also seeds.

1042

Outside

It's been almost ten years
That I've tried to sneak in
Hell, I've even tried to barge by way in
Breaking down windows
And shattering walls
Though I made it in
I'm not so sure I belong
I still smell of outside

1037

Bittersweet

It hurts because this
Goodbye is not just bitter
And it's sweetness is disconcerting
Because I wonder if I'm not
The only one
To think it's sweet

1036

Remarkable

When my day is supremely banal
Is when I'm most terrified about closing my eyes
Knowing that when they open
The world would've turned without my consent
Without a care whether my life will stay the same
Or stand on its head

1035

All in one day

Old patterns
New endings
Missed middles
All misled by no one in particular

1034

Enough is More Than Enough

There is no such thing as once again
I will not forgive
And I have not forgotten

1033

Head Banging

While we jumped
You lay dreaming
Did you see us
Missing you?
We danced with you
Even from afar

1032

I Know Why

I know me
And I know me well
So I know when I rumble
It's usually because I'm breaking
I know when I laugh
It's usually because I'm aching
And I know why you do the same
Because I know me
I know why

1031

To My Paul Stadler

What if life were as karmically perfect
That our Pauls had no beginning
Or that perfect ending
So we could tell different stories
To our daughters
To our sons?

1030

Safe

It's been so long
I've forgotten what safe smells like
How it feels
When you've arrived
And you're not being chased

1029

In My Head

So much to say
All those voices
In my head can't,
Won't - shut up
If only I could silence them for
Just a moment
I could hear my screams

1028

Crawling

How come I can feel you
Even when you're (definitely) not there?
Do you feel me,
Fear me?
When your far from me?

1027

She Became Him

All those years of running so far
She didn't realize it was
A circle
Only when she stood in front of him
Did she see it was just a mirror

1026

Fly Away

Her fear had wings
of its own
Nothing really stopped it
from leaving her so far behind
She simply had no choice but
to go looking for her courage

1025

Not too bad

Didn't ask for much
But got more than I would've
If I had asked for some
What should I do with today?
Maybe pocket it safely for another
When things fall deeper
Than even
Rock bottom

1024

What Now?

Where do we go
When we've run so far
From where we all began
That we've forgotten what Yesterday looks like
What will you bring to us, Tomorrow?

1023

Repeat

My voice seeps through,

Until every word is soaked in it.

Can you tell it's me,

Even if it doesn't have my have on it?

1022

Sound Baths

Do I have to immerse myself
In the noises of yesterday
To write the songs of tomorrow?

1021

Why Again?

When my body has just recently learned to live in itself again
It decides it's time to take a little lie down again
Question is: will those around me stand strong?

1020

Such good popcorn

Sometimes it doesn't have to be grand
Or exquisite
Or superlatively extraordinary
Sometimes, all it has to be is
A bowl of really good popcorn

1019

Breakdown

Inch by inch
And bit by bit
You chip away
Until all I'm left with it
Is a broken down version
Of this idea of me

1018

Ice Cream

It's the little things
That's how I show I care
I'm rarely on time
But I'll show up in the middle of the darkest night
I can't always keep all parts moving at once
But I'll pick up your pieces with you
I show care, love, and respect in different ways
And sometimes I just buy you ice cream

1017

That's This Life

That's the thing about this life
This is all we get
This is all we get to build and be in
This is all we get to spoil and ruin
Which poisons will you choose
Which rock bottoms will pick you
How often will you burn
How will you know which way to turn
Their answers may not be clear
These questions may never become yours
Either way, it's really upto you
What you do with this
That's this life

1016

Those Voices

Shhhh, I tell them
Actually, I try to shout over them
But how can someone hear you
When all their job is to talk
And not listen
That's why they're called voices, not ears
The problem is though that those voices are right here
They're my voices
These voices

1015

Separation

Mamma bird flies off
And if I were completely honest
I thought very much about
That terrible Black Mirror episode
In which that mother can see everything her daughter is doing
What did you see?
What did you think?
When did you notice we weren't there?
How did you feel?
My heart wept and soared
Because I've never not known what you're doing
And I've never done my own thing
Not like today
And it was hard
Very very hard

1014

Thirteen

All the things you are
you came to be outside of me
thirteen months ago
I see you walk
and I remember when you could barely move your neck from side-to-side
Nowadays, you run
with both arms in the air
saving some poor helpless toys from their misery
of merely sitting on the floor
(and one toy in your mouth too)
you seemed to have forgotten how to sleep through the night
but we're hopeful that will come back to you
Thirteen brought your toddlerhood to fullness
Toddler-tantrums, toddler-tinkering, and general terrific toddledom
You have ridden in a train, flown across oceans, and entertained numerous strangers on bus rides
We saw fireworks through your eyes
We witnessed your hidden turtle come alive in the pool
We've watched you try new foods
and throw the ones you don't like all over the floor
You've been toying with saying, "All done!" "quack quack!"
And seem to have a growing collection of your favorite books
Your love for snakes confuses your Mamma
And your penchant for wheelbarrowing mid-diaper change confuses your Daddy
But overall, I'm happy to report, we aren't too puzzled
We love you, happy 13th month to you!

1013

When Children Grow

A mirror is what we look into
So we get when it's hot
Baby's feeling hot
But when baby screams
And we're not frustrated
That mirror cracks a bit

1012

Shitty

Sometimes in life
Shit just happens
And when it does
Your strength is measured
By how you'll clean up

1011

Dress Up

You can wear what you want to
As long as we know which box to stuff you into
You can speak as you wish
As long as you sound like us
You can eat what you like
As long as we know what it is
You can be who you want to be
Or so they tell me
I really wish I could believe them

1010

Equally

It's very possible to break
That fortune cookie
Into two ways parts
Of course,
There will be many crumbs shed
And each part may not end up whole
But I still think
It would be worth if they were both split
In the middle

1009

How are you?

How am I?
I am wet. I have been trying to wash away my anxiety for the last hour.
How am I?
I am burning. The cuts in my knuckles are valleys. Through them run rivers of soap and water that still don’t make me feel clean.
How am I?
I am uncertain. Which voice should I listen to? The one telling me that my windpipe is in a knot and is tightening around itself, or the one telling me to breathe?
How am I?
I am alive. And for now that will have to do.

1008

The Knot and The Twist

I want to tell you all about this struggle
Deep in my chest
Where my insides are all twisted
And this knot is so tight
From being pulled
By by head on the one end
And my heart on the other
Which will win, I'm uncertain
What if though, neither do
And I'm left with nothing but
Little fragments of what used to be
Me?

1007

Ojos

The way you squint your eyes
Melts me
How did you learn to do this?
When?
Are you squinting away sunshine
Or allowing in sweet wishes?

1006

Mi esposo es muy inteligente

Apart from being radically lovely,
I also am so very lucky
To have found my very own smart hunky
In my own version of a dream rainy day

1005

I Put You On Mute

I'm determined,
She said.
To no one in particular,
Other than the voice in her head
I'm not them
They aren't me
Life is grand
In the ordinary
Still, she searches
For what she's unsure
I think it's her
That she's looking for

1004

Behind because of flying

Such a bizarre feeling
To know you could be doing
What you ought to be
9 hours from now
Time moves funnily
When you move through its barriers
Breaking then one at a time
With the speed of jet fuel
On your side

1003

What do you see?

Just one day
I want to look in the mirror
And hear something kind
Kind and giving
Without questions and hinged consequences
Kind, like a plumeria bud
That gives without needing a lot
Maybe, one of these days
I'll allow myself that sweet pleasure
Of something kind

1002

Sleep

Maybe
Just maybe
You will come and stay
A while
And when you decide it's time to move on
Leave behind
Sugary dreams
And a body ready to face the day

1001

Hello, Home

Dear Home,

I walked in and I smelled you right away-
You smell nice
You smell of hot running water
I take for granted
You smell of smoke-free air
That's loving to my lungs
You smell of familiarity
Sounds, people, family
You smell of clean accessible toilets
With automatic flushes and faucets
You smell of memories
Sweet and troublesome, and importantly, mine
You smell of spaces so green, my eyes hurt
Where I don't have to pre-check the grass for cigarette butts
And you smell of fear
Fear so wretched
It's keeping me up at night
Regardless of this regardless jet lag
You smell of broken hopes and families
Of colonial promises kept
Of screams of little voices stuck in my inner ear for these timely nights when sleep hunts for nightmares
You smell of sweaty palms
At the border, even with my passport in my them
I'm breathless
Trying to catch up with the news
With a world that takes babies away from their mammas
Stamps them with numbers, shrouds them in masks
Leaves them to be painted white-
Like history.
Impeccable strokes of pearl, mascarpone, chantilly lace, and snowy cascades
Sweeping over holes left where old pictures hung
Holes where black and brown bodies dreamed  everyday dreams, like wishing they're not a statistic
Holes from bullets leaving clear paths for our blood to leave us,
Empty.
Denied the stories of our past
So you can be monochromatic
Home,
You smell of overripe torment
Of freshly brewing tyranny
And burnt tomorrows.

And I need some air.

1000

Goodbye, Granada

An exciting Friday began this journey
Onwards we headed to southern lands
Only to barely make it
To our part two of three

A baby who won't sleep
Nurse, or eat
But charm those around him
Into forgiving him

Bassinet didn't work
But his smiles did
And so we landed in lovely Madrid
The baby area was a life-saver
With places to run, crawl, and change a poopy diaper
A quick lunch and on we went
To our final destination

Granada only welcomed 2 of 3 parts of our luggage
But Manzil had the time of his life
Riding without his baggage

It wasn't the last of his car rides without his seat
Pretty sure he thought it was a superb feat
Got to an apartment fully equipped
With a stroller, baby bath, high chair, and crib

Got settled in, and stepped out to get some food
Mercadona was ready and waiting
Filled with yummies so good
Chocolate croissants and lactose-free milk
Got us settled in delicious ways
Naps and a late night feast in Plaza Nuevo
We were in love again with late nights and long days

Though Manzil decided day was night, and night day
And so Mamma and he had late night feasts and played
This lasted an exhausting 4 nights
And then he got in shape just in time for Nani's arrival
Daddy headed to Seville and Ronda for a night
While Mummy, Manzil, and Nani saw many sights
Nothing like the Corpus Christi festivities right before
But so much fun stories, art, and local lore

A grand birthday celebration with churros y chocolate under Alhambra's waning sun
And just like that, Manzil turned one
Madrid, trains, parks, and buses were next
We said bye bye to Nani as she headed far from west
Mummy got a little bug, but nothing too rotten
We still got a car and explored caves and palaces long forgotten
Soon it was time to say goodbye
To our favorite walks, fountains, heladerias, cervezerias, panaderias, cafeterias, sangrias, and more
Granada, we will be back, so for now, hasta pronto

999

Be The Little Wonder

Let the world guide you a bit
In losing parts of you
So little pieces of you can be found
There's so much fun
In discovering a part of you
You've never known before
What if though, you don't want to?
Will you discovering self understand?

998

Temperature

Skin on skin
Even in the cold
And yet when you burn
All I feel is my cold sweat
Freezing me

997

Judge Less

I try to be less like him
But, no buts
I have to be less like him
Even if most of me
Is him
And comes from him
Still, I am holding the pen
To my book
And he doesn't even know what it's called anymore

996

Our Precious

Nights like these
Are made of dreams
So delectable and dripping
With wishes that have come true
Gratitude is my favorite flavor
And it's the special tonight

995

Daddy

Daddy, or Addy as our miracle might say,
Is made of all snuggles on the rocking chair
Or baritone lalalaaas in the car
Addy is made of giggles at the dinner table
And long walks to the lake
Addy is made of flying in the air
And drumming in every surface
Addy is made of kissies and tight squeezes
And cold compresses during a fever
Addy is all of you,
And I'm so grateful for that

994

Sit Up

When life issues you warnings
You ought to heed
Or nights become hard
And days too long to count

993

You Got This!

You're so strong
Some days I see iron oozing out of you
Like the smelting source of strength
You remind me that I'm so lucky
To have you on my team

992

Sputum

Unwanted
Come out and let's look at you in the eyes
Take your gooey unwanted self
Away from me

Here I am
Fighting for you
Emerging from every crevice
To help protect you

991

The Sweetest Thing

Dear Manzil,

Right now, you are asleep on my chest. Your tummy is on mine and they're doing a tango of sorts as we figure out how to synchronize our breaths. There is so much, so so much, terrible in this world. But right now, in this moment, the world seems alright. Perfect, even.

Thank you for that gift.

I love you,
Mamma

990

Too too fast

Dear Manzil,

Your toddledom is going by too fast, even though we're only 6 days into it. Time truly is a function of distance and speed. Time seems to move much slower here in Granada. Like there's absolutely no hurry to let the feet of the clock's overtake you on the sidewalk. They call our walking pace "The American Sidewalk Rage". There's really no rush and really no need to justify when you want to have a cup of coffee or that second glass of sangria. Maybe it feels even slower because we're so far from home? I wonder what stories we'll remember from our time here to tell you, when you're older, of times when time stood still.

Timelessly, yours,
Mamma

989

Be Bravest

I tell my little heart
When the loud voices in my brain
Drown out all logic
All ability to realize,
No, remember,
That I only can do
So little
So, my little heart
Contend with that
And you will roar

988

Priorities

Sometimes your firsts are my seconds
And the other way around
Sometimes, we see eye to eye
And our firsts are aligned
But our true strengths emerge
When something that's on my list
Doesn't even appear on yours

987

Mad in Madrid

So much to smell
Really take in
Every sight
Taste every smell
Long bodies tucked tightly under
Orange and black sleeping bags
On ramps between flights of stairs
With a small cigarette sticking out
For fresh air

986

Dreamy Giggles

Dear Manzil,

Today, you giggled as you slept. It reminded me that even dreams can be made of sweetness. I hope I dream of you tonight. Giggling.

I love you,
Mamma

985

Don't Even Try

I hate puzzles
I hated that they don't come easy
And when they do
They have a spectacular way of making you feel stupid
I hate the act of feeling deceived by a random collection of cardboard pieces
Or numbers, or missing letters
They make me feel slow, stupid, and like I'm missing something

But there's something about solving them that I get
I understand, hell, I'm almost hooked to that feeling of things falling into place
Of the sound of that click
Or the perfection of a snug letter to bring a string of other letters to life
Most of all though,
I think I like that feeling
So falsely there
That makes me feel
Like I actually control something

984

One

The lines in your hands
Are small enough to hold a year's worth of stories
Some can be told quickly,
Though some may take longer
Each holds within it
All of the everything
Of the last 365 days
And my dear sweet baby,
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy birthday!

983

Birth of a Mother: All the things you are teaching me

My Dear Manzil,

Here I am, attempting to breathe all of this in...the best way I know how.

I started writing this when you were 21 days old and I was still wrapping this up as you turned 273 days old and I finished writing this when you turned 9 months old. 9 months in and 9 months out! And here you are, a full 365 days old, today!

You are here. I wish I could slow down time and hold on to your day oneness and twoness and so on, but time, as you will learn (and you are so effectively reteaching me), only moves forward. Whether or not you're ready to move with it.

So as to not be left behind, your Mamma, is doing what she knows to do best to hold on to the ephemeral - write about it.

Before I write to you about how our lives have been magical and in the nicest way ever Upside Down (we'll watch Stranger Things together one day ; ), I want to write to you about how our world began to change exactly 12 months ago today.

On June 4th, your estimated date of arrival, I woke up with a sense of excitement. It was like any other day in the past week though. My body didn't feel that different than the day before. I woke up, got ready, and we were heading to the farmer's market because I was craving that cherry almond croissant! It was a cooler day and I wished I had had a jacket on me. The bakers were out of the croissant, but we wandered and found some yummy food nonetheless! We got home and rested, our usual afternoon routine. In the evening, I started noticing more-than-usual wetness. I waited and monitored, and then around 7:15pm decided to call the midwife line and to see what they had to say.

Throughout the day, Daddy and I were doing some big and small things we had been putting off - cleaning the patio, fixing these puppets, getting some final things ready before you arrived. Some were trivial, some significant. It should've been my signal that you were getting ready to come.

The midwives have always called back in an hour. Except that day. It was 8:30pm when I called back to reach someone again. They called back soon after and the on-call midwife said, "You sound worried, why don't you come in to triage and we'll take a look."

Nani had made cheeni-ka-paratha that night. It was what she ate the night I was born 30 years ago. We finished our dinner, put away the food in the fridge, and left home. I half-believed it was time, half-thought we would be back in our bed that night. We got to triage around 9:30pm and waited patiently for the midwife and nurses to run their tests. Turns out I was slightly more dilated, but really not much more effaced and though in pre-labor, not leaking any amniotic fluid. Cleared to go home!

Right before we were leaving, the midwife saw me scratching the soles of my feet. Dan and I looked at each other and thought to mention that though they had been monitoring my bile levels, I had definitely been more itchy in classic cholestasis fashion for the past few days. When she heard this, it became clear that she was more concerned. She explained to us the risk, though low, of still birth. We understood and waited to hear our options. I was not in active labor and didn't want to be induced. But, I was to term and keeping you in me any longer wouldn't have made a lot of difference. On the other hand, if it was cholestasis, the bile level results wouldn't come back for another few days, and the stakes were high, even if statistically the risk was low.

We were given a choice: be monitored at home or be monitored at the hospital. Either way, we were disqualified from the birthing center and we would need to be monitored. At around 11pm, we decided to stay in the hospital to have access to the best care possible. They swept my membranes and we all tried in vain to sleep. Over the next 12 hours, they continued to sweep my membranes to hasten labor. I started cramping on the night of June 4th and continued over the next 18 hours. Nani, Daddy, and I were all in the hospital room and none of us got much sleep. Mashi and Masha were on their way to the hospital too!

We were excited on the 5th! Having read many many books, watched many many videos, talked to many moms, and having taken classes on the labor process, I had a feeling your arrival was close. I was about 2 cms dilated throughout the day. But I was hopeful. Finally, after about 24 hours of close monitoring and receiving cervical ripening agents, I wasn't making that much progress, and we agreed to begin induction. They began me on a very slow drip of oxytocin. It was to mimic my own body's production. Nonetheless, it pushed my contractions, which had begun the day before, to a new level. They became more intense, but still spread apart. Daddy and Mashi took turns to walk with me on the hospital floor. By this time, we had seen a few rotations of nurses and had our favorites and ones we weren't too excited to see again! Mashi and Masha had brought doughnuts for the nurses, so as we walked around, we kept getting smiles and thanks from nurses. This was nice, but didn't ease my discomfort as I walked around with the monitor strapped on my shoulder and a pink and a blue strap around my belly. Every four minutes or so, we needed to stop and I had to hold onto Daddy/Mashi/the hand rail in the hallway of the delivery floor of the hospital. This continued for about 4 hours.

Later that night, my contractions picked up pace. Our doula told us later that when you get induced, it often feels like one long continuous contraction. Speaking of doula...

UCSD has a pretty spectacular volunteer doula program. Their rules are simple: when you get admitted, ask for a doula. Catch: they will only call in a doula when you are 5 cms dilated. It wasn't easy getting to this point, and our nurse, who had been watching me struggle through my contractions, called in a doula when I was still only about 3 cms dilated. Thank goodness she did that! At around 11:30pm, they upped my oxytocin dose and that's when my one long contraction began. I kept wondering what you must be feeling through it all. All of our childbirth classes, books, and sage advice from other moms helped me understand just why we have contractions. I have seen videos of balloons with ping-pong balls in them and watched lots of videos explaining the pain-fear-tension triangle. But none of it prepared me for the amazing and excruciating thing our bodies were going through. Mine - my muscle squeezing and releasing to evict you out of your home for nine months. Yours - moving about and getting into position to be squeezed out of a very small hole. That hole was getting bigger, and at the speed that it needed to. Our bodies were working together, but mine needed a little more help.

Sometime after midnight on the 6th, Daddy had been swaying with me, holding me, and squeezing my hips. Mashi and Masha were saying comforting things and taking turns to hold me. Nani was making sure I was staying hydrated. After trying to lie down, stand, walk (I didn't get far), squat, crouch, and sway, I asked the nurse if I could go sit in the shower. We weren't in the tub-room of the birthing center, but the labor and delivery room had an inflatable "shower chair". I sat on that and the hot water on my back helped a lot! Daddy, Mashi, Masha, and Nani took turns to sit with me. I don't know how long I was there for, but I remember Daddy telling me repeatedly that the doula was almost there.

At 1:15am, the doula walked in. Amanda! She was every bit as graceful, kind, supportive, and empowering (and then some) as I could have asked from a doula! Amanda didn't even set her bags down, she got right behind me in the shower (in that teeny-tiny space between then shower and the toilet!) and began applying pressure at all the right places. She assured me that I was doing my best and helped me breathe in all the most helpful ways. She got me moving on my feet, off my feet on the exercise ball, and held me up when I thought I was going to collapse. Most importantly, she gave Daddy and everyone else a much-needed break.

This went on for a few more hours. There was no "coming-and-going" of contractions; no spacing between them. They were an "it". One long, endless, excruciating, pelvis-killing experience. I vomited a few times, cried a lot, and tried to meditate a lot. We had my favorite candle, my favorite stuffy, my singing bowl, my meditation audio uploaded on my phone, and of course, my favorite people, all with me. Daddy tried to make me laugh and it worked sometimes! There were many moments when I didn't think I could make it. After about 5 hours of this one long continuous contraction, when I thought someone was sawing my hips off, and I couldn't feel any other part of my body, our midwife came in and essentially told us that we had the bulk of the hard work (pushing) still ahead of us. I wasn't dilated enough and my water still hadn't broken. She offered me pain medication and I took it. It gave me two hours of rest. The medicine wore off around 6 and the contraction(s) came back soon after. At around 7:15am, after much deliberation and many many tears (and feelings of immense confusion - gratitude, confusion, failure, disappointment, fear, relief) from me, I got an epidural. The midwife asked who I wanted in the room with me when I got it, and I asked for Amanda. She held and helped me through some difficult contractions through it all!

After the epidural, I was super confused about why everyone was telling me to sleep. I couldn't eat much from that point on, and I had thrown up most of what I had eaten before that. But I drank a lot of juice and water to keep my fluids up. I continued to meditate and heard many snippets of many conversations between everyone as I drifted in and out of epidural-induced sleep. The nurses kept checking your heart rate through the fetal monitor and Nani kept double-checking their work to make sure you were doing okay! You had so many of us looking out for you through every heart beat. I had to get an extra dose of oxygen occasionally to make sure we were both okay. They continued to check how dilated I was, and at around 11:15am, I was still only 6 cms dilated. A new midwife's shift began and she informed us that we may be looking at many more hours (and even into the night) before you made an appearance. At around 11:18am, our wonderful nurse, Annie, was checking our monitors when we all heard a pop on the monitor. I told her I felt something pop in me, even though I wasn't supposed to be feeling anything thanks to the epidural. Sure enough, my water had broken. Everyone's birth story is different. It struck me a few days before you were born that my water may not have a conventional story of breakage, and that was okay with me. Daddy and I only had one rule: anything to keep you and me safe.

They cleaned me up and Mashi and Masha went to get lunch. They went to Mama's Cafe and picked up some yummy sandwiches, even Daddy's favorite eggplant wrap! At around 12:30pm, I let our nurse know that I was feeling some pressure close to my vagina. If I recall correctly, my words were, "I am feeling like something's coming out, and I feel like pooping!" She said she would let the midwife know. I told her a few more times before our midwife walked in at 1:15pm (she was schedule to check on me around 2:30pm) and declared, "I hear you think you're ready to have this baby? Let's check, I doubt you're dilated more than 6 still."

I was dilated past 8 cms and almost completely effaced! Daddy had just stepped outside to eat his lunch when he was rushed back in. Our midwife made me do a few practice pushes, which helped my cervix to completely efface. Then, she stuck her hand in me and helped turn you a little to better position you (sorry, you were being turned in there!). At 1:35pm, I began pushing. She was encouraging and I had 2 medical students holding my legs up for me (thanks again, epidural) and Daddy holding my right hand, and Amanda holding my left. At one point, our midwife brought a mirror in so I could see you leaving me and entering this world. It was beautiful to watch you - YOU - coming out of me! I felt the pressure of every contraction, without any of the pain (thanks once more, epidural) and after 5 pushes, and a 2nd degree tear, you were out.

I remember our midwife handing you to my tired but enthusiastic hands. You were so small, so slippery, and she leaned in to give me a little more support. You were quiet for about 10 seconds and then yelped exactly as any baby should that's been spending 9 months brewing in a comfortable cocoon and just got evicted to this cold world. But mamma's warm happy hands had you. You smelled of all that is amazing, raw, and so pure. You looked so perfect. You were breathing and you were here. You latched on right away and I began my journey as being completely and utterly in love with you. Daddy had me in one hand and you in the other. Nani was inspecting to make sure we were fine. Mashi and Masha were trying to get pictures and videos. Everyone was crying, laughing, and just marveling at you - all of you! You had arrived.

You will hear this many many times in your life, Manzil - We come into this world alone. I have said that so many times and believed it until you came into this world. You are half me and half Daddy, and 100% you. You are 1/4 Nana, Nani, Grandma, and Grandpa. You are 100% you. You have Adam's head, and Mashi's smile. You are all you! I have thought so much about your experience of coming out of me (maybe there's an evolutionary reason we don't remember what that journey is like!). You were not alone. You didn't come out into this world alone. And you won't be alone as you go through it.

Always, with you, yours,
Mamma

This First Year

Dear Manzil,

This is your last day being zero years old
You have done much, and had many stories told
In your name, about you, stories big and tall
You fill us up, even though you may be small
Small you may be, our hearts grow bigger for you
To see how far you've come, makes us a happy two
Every day with you has made us grow and have fun
Can't believe it, and can't wait for you to turn one!

Happy almost birthday,
Mamma

982

Not Again!

Feel better soon
That's all I can hope for
It would be so sad though
If this happened again

981

Today, Last Year

You were getting ready
To find your way out
I was getting ready
For you to find a way in

980

Baffoonery

I'll have you know
That if you pull any baffoonery
I shall not stand for it
There's nothing less tolerable to me
Than to have my dignity pulled from under my feet
And no one
Not even you
Has that power over me

979

Birthday Month

Dear Manzil,

Here it begins!
My new favorite month in the year
I think about last year today
I was so anxious
So big
So ready to meet you
And here you are
It's my favorite month
And it's here

I love you,
Mamma

978

Even When It Scares You

When bumblebees confuse you
And the sun keeps hiding behind clouds,
I hope you'll keep trying to explore,
Even when it scares you

977

One More Week

A year ago
You had made yourself comfortable
Snug in me
Though you knew
Something was changing
I knew I was
I knew you were
And I loved you then
And I love you now

976

Dreamy Nightmares

You are still what my nightmares are made of
It doesn't seem to matter
How I reconstruct my dreams
Or how carefully I handpick every inch of the interior walls of my fences
Fences I have built to keep you out-
Keep me so far in
You will forget how to find me in my nightmares

975

What will today hold?

Time is settling in
To a slow stop
Nothing to do
Nowhere to be
And you in my arms

974

Conflict

Mind and heart
Rarely unite
Grey is the norm
In a world so black and white

973

First Stamps

Dear Manzil,

Today, you got your first stamp in your passport. We hope it'll be the first of many many! As you travel the world, we hope you grow in every way possible. Traveling will do that to you, if you let it.

Here's to many more Spanish adventures and Spanish siestas!

Love you, always,
Mamma and Daddy

972

Spanish Siesta

There is a boy named Manzil
He couldn't fall asleep
We tried to rock,
We tried to roll,
But there was still no sleep
Constipation didn't help
Neither did sleepless pain
But maybe he'll go to sleep
When we land in Spain!

971

Area Code

Of all the places I've lived
All the people I've been
My favorites are many
Here and now is what I have
And completes me to see
That I am whole
And I am all I have been
And all the places that live in me

970

In Place

They seem to be falling
Right where we need them to be
Right when
With a few bonus surprises thrown in
And that, is truly a beautiful thing

969

The Lining

I can see it rising
It's always been there
Just not sitting I've been able to see
In a long time
I know everything that goes up
Must come down
This down was so low
I don't know how I can take another down

968

Made It

Dear M,

We made it! With lots of love and help. Lots of encouragement and very little sleep. We made it. You're a pretty wonderful teammate, even if you rip your diaper off with the utmost sense of joy and sit screaming in your crib when I'm running off to go pee after 5 hours of not! I love you even more for being the spunky child you are.

Yours,
M

967

Almost There

That eve of the unknown
When tummies erupt with butterflies
That have recently found their freedom
From their caterpillary confines
That's my least and most favorite time

966

Don't Worry

I wish I could say,
Don't worry.
Right after I made you
That wouldn't be fair
It wouldn't be fair
To ask you to put away your knives
Right as the hyenas are coming for you

965

Let Downs

I wear my shame with pride
It teaches me to be better
To know better
And to do better by you
You deserve more
And tomorrow
I'll be grateful
If you let me try again

964

I'm doing this

Where did all this strength come from?
I looked all around me
I didn't know it had been inside this whole time
But here I am making it happen
Doing it
With all this strength I didn't know I had

963

I can do this

So many downs
And many more ups
That's how I'd like to remember my days
That's how I'd like my days to remember me
Let's see how today is

962

Trust Me

How can I
When you don't?
One's not dependent on the other
But they almost are
I know you don't agree
But how are we to move ahead together
When all that we have left behind has us chained?

961

Thanks, Men

You can't take accountability
You won't see your role
It's all happening to you
And you are of course not to blame
You are, though,
As toxic as the system that bred you
And your pollutive leftovers are not welcome here

960

Your Mamma

Dear Manzil,

I have been a lot of things. I will be a lot of things. Things will change me and I will become them. There are things that I am ashamed of that I have been. Things that I'm so proud of. Things that I have left behind. Things that I haven't yet found. Some days I think about all the forgotten things, the broken things, the untimely things. I think about all the things that are indefinite, things that are begging for repair. I think of things that keep me up at night. Things that give me a reason to wake up each day. Things that complete me. Things that leave behind holes with no bottom. Things make me who I am and I make my things mine. Of all the things I have been though, my most favorite and filling is to be...

Your Mamma

959

A Village

It really does take a village
They told her
But then no one stayed
And no one came
To light fires
Help with the cooking
Lift up fallen hearts
Or do anything
Remotely village-like
Looked like
In addition to raising her child
She also had to raise her village

958

Let Down

Can't always be up
She told me once
Not always strawberries and bananas
He told me
The thing is though
I only ever knew down

957

Words

Dear Manzil,

Those few sounds
Are sounding more and more like
Sounds we make
Will that mean
You'll forget to tell stories
Like you do now?
Those animated "Ohhhs!" With your mouth
In the most perfect O
Your baby giggles
Uninhibited by the volume control
Of this world we live in
I am so excited to hear your little voice
Talking, sharing, telling stories
I just hope you don't forget these ones

Love you, always,
Mamma

956

Made It

There's still a story
Even after the book ended
Even after you made it
To the very end

There's more to
more to be done
Don't stop looking
Who missed what you'll find

955

9!

Dearest D,

Not a day has gone by
Since that day 9 years ago
That I haven't marvelled at how we got here
And who we are today
This Pinot we have built
And the mountain we are climbing
Would be so pointless and impossible
Without this bellyfull of wine

Love, hamesha,
S

954

Why Won't You?

I ask right now
After wondering all day
Maybe you know
Maybe you know as much as I do
It doesn't help though
To get closer to unknowing

953

Gyara

Eleven is a funny funny word
And a funny enough number too
Prime, palindrome, and even super-powered
It's even more special because of you

Eleven months ago
Our life changed some
Just a tad, you know
We became a dad and mum

Eleven months of memories
Eleven months of giggles
Watching you move with ease
And get out all your wiggles

When you stand up every day
And take those little steps
We want to get out of your way
But also cushion those tumbles and trips

Now as you prepare
To walk out into the world
Our urge to shelter, protect, and care
Just grew elevenfold

But grow you will
And grow you must
You've got dreams to dream and shoes to fill
And you do that with confidence and trust

Trust in yourself even more
When life is rocky or uneven
Can't wait to see what's in store
For you, our sweet boy of eleven

952

The Broken Club

Welcome to the Broken Club
We have all sorts among us
From hearts, bones, dreams, and hopes
We specialize in all things uncontinuous
Our admirable collection of brokenness
Has roots in our homes and families
We got stuck in the middle of messes
And others trying to figure out happiness
The thing about brokenness
Is that it teaches us all about the strength of glue
This is a test of whether you can survive a break
And if you really have it in you

951

No Breaks

The universe just keeps at it
No breaks for this heart
Even as I pick up all the little shards
Left behind

950

Grateful Eyes

Even with this throbbing headache
Right behind my eyes
I am grateful for what I see
When they're open
For what they show me
And all the light that has still not reached them

949

Fishy

You know there's something wrong
But you don't know how to see it
It's a far far day
When you will know to say it
For now though, you'll have to know
There's something very fishy
Even if you can't smell it

948

Break

When all I needed was a break
You chose to break me into little pieces
So you could feel whole again

947

What Are You?

Swimming
Squirming
Where are you headed?
Where did you come from?
Wherever and whatever it and you may be
I hope you are almost done here

946

Done

Who knows if I'm at the halfway mark
Or nearly there
Or maybe this is just the beginning
Either way
I feel done

945

How About That

If I told you a different story
Would you believe me any lesser?
I want you to know
That I'm not my lies
Even though most of me is untruthful

944

Bad

Every once in a while
I feel like shit
Not just bad
But a bad person
A bad mother
A bad sister
A bad partner
A bad daughter
On those days
It's good to be reminded
Of all the good

943

Cuts

There will be many
But there's something so
Precious
So endearing
So special about
Just having had a few
Something to be grateful for
Anything to count on
To show us
That we can do this

942

Day 1

When we look back at this day
I hope it is with love and gratitude
And some astonishment
At just how strong and resilient we are
And how far we've come
And how far we would've gone

941

Newness

Dear Manzil,

Welcome to your new home. Today is the first night you're sleeping away from me. My heart is sad. I'm missing you. There's so much that's new here. Your bath. Where you eat. What you see and hear when you're outside. Where you are sleeping. We will make it all home... Our home. For tonight, however, soak in the newness.

Welcome home,
Mamma

940

Answers

You have so many questions
In response to mine
And all I really want
Are answers to my answers
Can you take me deeper?

939

C'mon Already

All we need is a break
From this non-stop nightmare
Not knowing
Not healing
Not changing
Feeling cheated by a little hope
That's not going a long way
C'mon already
All we need is a little break

938

Tabula Rasa

Let's start over
Leave the past behind
Look no further
Than this moment in time
There's much to be buried
Or to set free
Feelings and skeletons
Wandering quietly
Letting them go
Is all there's left to do
Have to move forward
I'm ready, are you?

937

The Fear of Apologizing

It must be so scary
To say, I'm sorry
Because that would mean
Admission
Acceptance
Which only come after
Denial
Anger
Grievance
But it seems you're stuck at denial
I know, only because
I never made it past anger

936

It Happened

A good day went by
And I didn't notice how good it was then
So when today began
Though it really wasn't great
I felt better
Than yesterday
Because at least it happened

935

Better

Could it be
Even if there's no hope
That there's a flutter
Of light?

934

Lived Cliche

This is all we've got
Life is short
Who knows if tomorrow never comes
Tomorrow is promise with no guarantee to be kept
You only live once
Make the best of now
Breathe
Be present, that's all we've got

What if all of these didn't matter?
And loss didn't exist?

933

Fight On

You can do this
I know you can
We can
We've battled and won in the past
Why would this be different?
We've also lost
But only to stand up
Ready to fight again
We can do this
I know we can

932

Of Course

It's far easier to watch
In slow motion
A replay of the last ten seconds of the race you lost
Than to know the exact moment your body was taking a hit, while running
This race, was not against time or other opponents
It was against me
My brain, my anxiety
My body lost

931

Discovery

That little dopamine dose
Paled in comparison to the relief
That tagged along
When these puzzle pieces fit
There's little worse than not knowing
When, how, or why
This is what it is.

930

Not Again

My heart is currently in my right palm
My throat in my stomach
My head is a million miles away
In the hellish corner where hope goes to die
And then I remember,
That I am here
And that much
I am in complete control of

929

Big Days

How do you prepare yourself for a big day?
Your body? Your mind? Your heart?
Big days usually come in to categories:
Big days you work for, slowly, steadily
With Herculean effort and coordination
And tons of communication

There are big days that surprise you
Change you, but you don't see it till they're done

At least today, I saw coming.

928

So Fast

We tell ourselves
Everyday
To live life to the fullest
That tomorrow may never come
To live in now
And today alone
The thing is though,
We're tomorrow people
Planners, dreamers, wishers, hopers
We imagine and create that which hasn't ever been
That which doesn't yet know
What today is
I find that a little confusing
And stifling
But maybe I'll deal with that feeling now
Rather than tomorrow

927

Of Color

Dear Manzil,

You are a perfect blend of your Mamma and Daddy. You are a tomorrow person, my little cafe au lait. As an immigrant woman of color, I think any storytelling space needs to be won with a fight. This is because the storytelling spaces that currently exist, and the storytellers whose voices we hear, are white male. And by voice, I mean perspectives, cultural attitudes, and I experiences, but I also literally mean voice. I have yet to find a podcast created by immigrant women of color in mainstream United States, which features storytellers with accents from around the world. I think there is no more critical time in our existence as humans, to give a space for women of color to tell our stories, and shift the edge of these heteronormative white male walls out a bit more with every story.

I love you,
Mamma

926

Triumph

What does your victory look like?
Mine is a full night's rest after a day like today
Does yours include accolade?
Or perhaps a side of chocolate cake?
Mine is knowing that those I love are safe.

925

Stay

What's there behind that veil
The curtain you draw
The walls you put up?

Does every surface become a mirror
When you're too afraid to see yourself?
Does your reflection find some way of creeping into your eyes?

Do you find yourself watching
Even with your eyes tightly glued
Knowing there is no light left in or out of you?

Where do you turn
When your feet are nailed down
And there's no other place to be
But here?

924