she watches me
she has a tight grip on my throat
she?
mother.

Fly away little seagull
You are lost in the storm
Fly away little seagull
You need to be safe and warm

Fly away little seagull
Smaller than all the rest
Fly away little seagull
Don't be afraid to seek out your mother's nest

She will welcome you
Take you beneath her wing
And though you never said you needed
There's a lullaby she will sing

Through the storm
She is the keepers light
Guiding you right home
Through the cold and endless night

Fly to her little seagull
Sing a song in return
Fly to her little seagull
For you still have much to learn

Life is hard little seagull
People can let you down
But you are a tough little seagull
And she taught you how to stand your ground

Soon the day will come
When you'll spread your little wings
And fly out of the warm nest
But you'll remember the songs she sings

And think of each time she held you
In the dark of night
Remember all the love she shared
And smile as you take flight

I once knew a girl
Who would hold my hand
In the summer breeze

I once knew a girl
Who always did
Whatever the hell she pleased

I once knew a girl
Who would hold her head high
And look with longing
At the bright blue, summer sky

I once knew a girl
Who said she'd never grow old
But winter winds can be so very cold

But summer is over
And the skies aren't as blue
And all I am left with
Are memories of you

I once knew a young lady
Who tried to stay young
Who would sell her soul
If it would mean more summers of fun

I once knew a young lady
Who smiled the whole day through
It was so contagious
That the smile would spread to you

But summer is over
And the skies aren't as blue
And all I am left with
Are memories of you

I once knew a woman
Who held me tight
And whispered her love songs
In the coldest of nights

I once knew a woman
Who smiled at you
And told you of stories
From a childhood she knew

But summer is over
And the skies aren't as blue
And all I am left with
Are memories of you

I once knew an old lady
Who was kind and who cared
And I will always remember
All the love that she shared

I once knew an angel
Who came to me at last
And now there's no need for winter
We have all the summers of the past

And winter is over
And the skies are so blue
And all you are left with
Is us watching over you

And I know a girl
Who I watch over with pride
And even when shes lonely
She has us by her side

I know a girl
Who is strong and brave
And who I sometimes wish
Would be better behaved

I know a girl
Who will someday grow old
And will tell another
All the stories we told

I know a girl
Who laughs and who cries
And waves back those who love her
Up in the summer skies

Today, I helped my mother with her garden. I made the earth soft, I placed the seeds carefully, I added a little bit of the nutrient-rich soil. I tried to place the seeds upright in the ground. I’ve never done this before. When I ask her how I’m doing, she says I’m doing good. She says I plant them so carefully.

My wrists and back haven’t been doing very well these past few days, but I know that if I let her, my mother will sacrifice her entire body to her flowers. She’ll offer her exposed skin to the sun and her aching joints to the earth. Her muscles will cry and the tears make the earth richer.

The doctor said she needs to rest. Her knees, the bad arm, her back.
My body hurts sometimes, but all I have to do is stretch and rest and it goes away.

I have to plant the bell pepper seeds.
I have to sacrifice my own body to the sun, to the earth and the flowers. It is a duty to the selfishness of giving. I must because I want to.

What would I do if I saw you weep again? How could I bear to see anything keep you from joy for a even a single moment?
How incredible to see you after all of the sorrow. You touch the earth, you plant the seed. Every morning I walk outside to look at the flowers with you.

And this is my dark soil. This is my water.

I wake up. I see her dutifully tending to her garden. I put on my shoes.
I am the flower blooming with the love of a mother.

.
On a sweet apple crisp cold day we walk
When the air is acrid with distant wood smoke
And bright Leaves fall with determination 
Creating the season’s rich tapestry.

I run to keep up
Your science makes me grateful 
For the rest 
I notice still
My loose-mitted hand tentatively held out 
To all manner of wonders that
My own hasty glances would have missed.

The stream, now  
A sweet musty rug of russet rot,
Rambling with red and black fodder
For urgent little colonies of foragers
Who wait for wonders of the earth to be passed 

There are days like this
Stopped
To sip sweet tea from your flask
The ecstasy of the smallest thing
Remembered.

I’m grateful for the
calm winds of stoicism
exhaling from you.

Writing this piece was a trouble,
says the story of a lovely couple.
A dinky apartment of 2 BHK.
Each day as lively as a flower in a freshly made bouquet.
First light was marked with peck.
Followed with looking for specs on the head.
Before the office came a hug,
that was addictive as a drug.
Their love moved the machine,
and so was their routine.
Today was no different,
For the going to be parent.
The peck, the spec, the hug and lunch.
All love showered in a bunch.
An extra kiss for the bump.
Promised to be back before the moon came up.
Had to return early,
to take her to the hospital securely.
The staff started to prepare.
Sat reciting a prayer.
That happiness was no lie,
when heard his baby girl cry.
Their eyes were full,
when saw their daughter beautiful.

wanting to be seen,
wanting to be heard.

   all I've ever wondered,
   all I've ever learned.

      is that it's too much to ask for,
      that it's too much to give.

why then do you take from me
in every hour of your need?