Dadiā€™s Garden

I wanna go back šŸ˜­. I spent the first six years of my life here. This specific window led to my grandmotherā€™s tiny garden. Every once in a while she would have it opened to tend to the plants. We both would stand on this side of the window watching the plants being watered or…

An Invitation

I wrote this poem in two versions because when IĀ originally completedĀ this piece, I had so many different things going on in it.Ā InĀ version 1, I am frustrated and in the process of calming down. In version 2, IĀ am calm and more observant. I did not want to combine the two versions together to make one poem…

A Windy Afternoon

The trees sway As the wind grabs the tips of their fingers And pulls them in her direction. They hold their place, Their fingers swaying in the air like tiny waves lapping against muddied rocks. The sparrows complain, Against the bitterness of the wind. Their wings collide against her tresses, Preventing them from reaching their…