Pain and Comfort
The absence of their noise
Pains me
The knowledge of their existence
Comforts me
The presence of their voice
Pains me
The knowledge of their gifts
Comforts me
Easter Weekend has always been about the rituals of making pickle fish and baking buns, just like we used to tend the graves and shared easter eggs. We always used to fill small rooms with lots of people, laughter and joy radiated! This one is is for the family (living now and then), by Simone Beatrice Naik
Noemdoe, 2012-04-08.
She is my Inspiration
We used to bicker and fight
Like all siblings sometimes do
Now it is mostly
Connecting
In matters light, occasionally blue
We used to disconnect
Like all siblings sometimes do
Now it is mostly
Connecting
Every day pooling ideas old and new
We used to wait and see
Like all siblings sometimes do
Now it is mostly
Connecting
In the here and now, just in case there is no tomorrow
We used to wonder what will happen when we are older
Like all siblings sometimes do
Now it is mostly
That we know
We are older, collectively raising younger versions of
ourselves bolder
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, for Milla, Happy Birthday!
I love you! 2012-04-08.
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