Memories Of green meadows With massive trees That turned red, brown Orange, golden yellow All the colors of a sunset In the middle of a park. Memories Of walking at midnight Sometimes fast To catch a bus Sometimes leisurely Taking in the beauty Of everyday simplicity. Memories Of a 10 by 10 room In…
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This is part two of a two-part essay dedicated to my mom. Read part one here. Ma opted for voluntary retirement at the peak of her career. After committing 28 years of her life to the bank she quit at the prime age of 48. She said she needed to do it, so I…
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This is part 1 of a two-part essay dedicated to my mom. The entire essay is also an entry in BlogAdda’s Tribute to your Mom contest sponsored by Pringoo. My mom’s not the typical mother. She never has been. Ma was always there — and still never was. I served food for myself when…
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