Housekeeping with benefits
With a poem - in words and audio!
First, a big Thank You!
A big THANKS to each of you who has responded to my writing via comments on my posts, emails, messages, conversation IRL, etc …about my ponderings and poems. I read/ listen to each and every one of you. And I always respond to all comments. Authors work in solitude and such interaction is our sustenance. So please keep it coming. You have no idea how important you are!
Erratum aka my bad
There was an error in my last post Chasing Gratitude where I misattributed the poem “Kabhi kisi ko mukammal jahan nahin milta, kahin zameen toh kahin aasmaan nahin milta” (which translates to, “No one is ever given the whole world, some are not given the earth and some the sky”) to Mirza Ghalib when in fact it was Nida Fazli who penned those beautiful words. It was pointed out by one of my very perspicacious readers and for that I am so grateful!
More horrors ahead…
Horror of horrors this past weekend, I discovered that a friend who had ordered my poetry book from mama Amazon received a horribly misprinted copy. The cover looked fine but when I opened to autograph it (an activity that gives me great joy, helping me feel like a “real” writer), it turned out to be some sort of self-help book entitled “Believe in yourself”! I of course replaced my friend’s book and let Amazon know. But if any of you have purchased my book and received this misprint, please let me know and I will send you a free replacement copy ASAP. And then I’ll expect a rating and a review on Amazon… just kidding :-)
There’s always a poem
And because you read this far - if only to indulge me - here is a poem I wrote for and about my daughter a long time ago when she was very little and I was very hurried. At those times she would simply be herself and teach me how to slow down. This happened a lot and she still does it. So here is the poem with an audio version, as I await her arrival for Thanksgiving at home.
morning rush
days that arrive to only whizz by
every moment, every second spoken for
desperately I extend my hand
precious one, clutch this here—then gone
i reach and clasp foolishly
laugh at my own haplessness
my breath tight in my own race
i barely catch up before you're done
then you stop in when I have no time
i'm readying for the day ahead
you pause and look at my hurried ways
and lay your hand on my rushed one
i look up a little late—impatient
"mommy let me pick your earrings today"
determined, you find the right turquoise ones
while I drop my haste, deeply inhale...
for only this singular moment!
-reena
EXTRAs!
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And a little more
Tis’ the Season (almost)! So if you are looking for greeting cards to send to family & friends, please consider my photo art.
