Sunday afternoon

fallen

“Touch has a memory.” ― John Keats

I don’t remember when I slept well last time. My mom smiles, “Welcome to motherhood.”
And I just stare at your sleeping face; I wipe your mouth with the corner of this soft cloth,
and put gentle kisses on your cheeks.
Twice. Every time.
“Can you believe we created her?” He says.
I nod in disbelief.

Time is passing like a heavy storm. Each day a new beginning and a new discovery too.
I am learning to understand you. Just like my mother did, in each phase of my life.
I try to know her more now, the way I try to know you:
two breath-taking women of my world.

Meanwhile the memories keep piling up in the basement of life.
Some faces slipping off, yet their stories haunting like ghosts of dark nights;
I am tired of surviving this weirdness.
I am tired of carrying everyone’s heavy baggage.
I wanted to leave some memories like how they leave an old country.
I wanted my story to shut, and open, like the wings of a butterfly,
like the shiny rainbow on a flowing waterfall, quick then ephemeral.

They say the super moon will shine again tonight.
Maybe I will take you to see her shine. Maybe we both will shine in her shrine.

Somewhere around the ‘hood a leaf is falling gently on the ground,
twirling in the air like liquid gold,
somewhere it’s raining and the wind is sweeping those fallen metaphors.
Within these four walls, I am here, nurturing a new life, living in all of it,
without wasting any time.
“It’s easy,” they say,” you can do it.”

In my mind, probably I am not looking for an easier world.
I just want life to move. Like this Sunday afternoon of autumn. Evenly. Slowly.

11 thoughts on “Sunday afternoon

  1. “They say the super moon will shine again tonight.
    Maybe I will take you to see her shine. Maybe we both will shine in her shrine.”

    I can’t think of a more beautiful memory to make. I opened the door off of our bedroom last night and wanted to sleep with it open so I could feel the moonbeams on my face. You have such a gift, A…you inspire me to write and to be a good mama 🙂

    1. I made that memory and the super moon was generous enough to give some lovely poses. 😀 I hope you enjoyed the moon as much I did from this side of the coast.:) Michelle, it’s you who inspired me to make time for writing even while living a busy life. Your positive attitude is contagious. ❤

  2. Congratulations!!! Missed reading your last post. You have a talent with words, Archita. Such an amazing way to narrate your feelings. Loved reading it more than once

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