[in-tuh-muh-see]*  (noun)*

1. you'll let him undress you even though morning light is pouring through his two story apartment window and he's never seen you naked without the dark to hide your flaws; you won't have to hold your breath the entire time.

2. he isn't afraid to pray with you, you aren't afraid to tell him when you're not ok. You both wake up in each other's arms believing that nothing would ever be as simple as this.

HOW OLD WAS SHE?



How old was she,
none knew for sure.

When they were kids,
she was there tending them.

When they had kids,
she was still there,
playing with them.

How old are you Kurumba?
someone would ask her.

“You tell me kiddo,
how old I am.
I was born on a night
when the moon was
smiling full lipped
in the crown of the sky.

I am older than your ma
and grandma too.
Now you calculate.”

None knew the magic
of calculating the age of one
born on a full moon night,
one of those yonder years.

At some point of time
age had frozen on her.

Kurumba was all smiles
and a lone dream.

She wanted to leave in style
if not live in style.

She proudly dreamt
of her body wrapped
in soft red silk shawls,
one from each child
she tended, on her day
of final departure.

The soft silk shawls,
all in red, from three
generations of sheer love
wrapped her body in style.

Scanning the glorious finale
from ethereal heights,
silent tears of joy
rolled down her cheeks,
showering down
a warm rain, in summer shine.

The darkness
Surrounded me
Clouds rolled in
Warning me
Then in
the midst
Of the downpour
I knew
If I didn't
Embrace this storm
I would
Never be
Able to move
Forward

..Her  bravery  was unsurpassed.
She  was  example  to  us  all.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Sleep's run away again
Out of the house
Out on the street
Leaving a trail
Of my thoughts at its feet

heroes always get remembered



                  but you know legends never die