two years ago this morning, you transitioned fully into the spirit world.
on the phone today, my mom tells me that she realizes she hasn't cried in two years,
but the tears feel stuck somewhere.
she tells me this reminds her of poetry.
the story of shiva who had a river stuck in the knots of her hair.
only when she danced, did the knots come undone.
from the untangling,
the ganges river was created,
came pouring out of her hair.
and i think, it reminds me of the grief i have over losing you.
i only hope that in my dancing, in my hair,
i could also create a river
to keep you alive
nourish you
and help you know that you are home
on the phone today, my mom tells me that she realizes she hasn't cried in two years,
but the tears feel stuck somewhere.
she tells me this reminds her of poetry.
the story of shiva who had a river stuck in the knots of her hair.
only when she danced, did the knots come undone.
from the untangling,
the ganges river was created,
came pouring out of her hair.
and i think, it reminds me of the grief i have over losing you.
i only hope that in my dancing, in my hair,
i could also create a river
to keep you alive
nourish you
and help you know that you are home