June 13th

the little chubby hand

let go of my hand

scratched and scared

strong and snug enough 

to hold the hand of someone

June 12th

my daughter started playing Monday Blues 

at the morning table

as it gets louder, 

my lips started humming

the song of emerald green waves

June 11th

Rage in me

cuts ties

with the limerance

Forgiveness

retrieves love in me

June 10th

Freshly baked scones

smell like

the enchantment of the girl

chasing lotus flowers

in the rice field

June 9th

The intense grief

in her eyes

and the lines of tears

on her face

awaken mother in me

June 8th

While playing 

in the maze 

of nostalgia

the present

passes by 

June 7th

The weathering flower

in the small glass jar

longing for

the morning sun

till the last petal falls