Stir

Watching you stir,
turning the food back and forth
the oil swirling and sizzling
It makes my heart glad

It feels like love,
even when no words are spoken
to know that was all for me
love as fragile as the wilting spices in the pan

The aroma encompasses me,
the spices redolent of fervor
fortifying everything
just like love.

And i miss you, I miss everything you did for me.

A cup of love

I was going through my humdrum day, when the phone suddenly jangled its insistent command. A new friend was wanting to drop by and I suddenly panicked.

It wasnt because I didnt want the company, but that my home suddenly looked ten times messier. I also didnt know WHAT to offer her to eat. My parents always had a little stash of snacks and goodies to offer sudden guests when I was growing up and i realized now what a good idea that was.

As i ransacked my mind trying to think of what i could make, at such short notice when i suddenly remembered my Mother had made 6 Christmas fruit cakes before she left here a couple months ago! Imagine my relief!

As i pulled out one of the frozen cakes from the freezer my throat suddenly choked up as I remembered how lovingly she had made that cake. Being so far away from my parents reminded me of all the little, loving things she would do that would go unnoticed day after day.

Living continents apart, has certainly taken its toll on me. I wonder if it was worth it all.

When one heart aches,
with the loss of a nutrient,
so vital...it desiccates, crumbles...
the feather-light ashes floating away

When the darkness settles in
and makes itself at home within
the lamps grows dim
as you watch


and do nothing.

Heartache.

That word, with such deep blue sorrow
lives inside me, like a barnacle, clinging to a ship,
ruined at the bottom of the ocean

Eating away a piece of my soul,
every day, every hour,
I wait, for the sun to shine through,

a ray of hope, that some day
I might be found, and rescued
and covered over by love

a love that will not let me cry,
deep blue tears of anguish
that burn through my heart

a prison is where i live
with open doors and invisible chains
and a tongue that cannot say the words.