backyard adventures.

 

Photo taken with my Canon digital camera: St. Louis, MI: USA

There’s this VHS tape in my parents home titled, “Puja and Mili’s Backyard Adventures”  in my mother’s Indian-English cursive handwriting on one of those old vertical labels gracing the black edge of hours of footage my parents captured as my sister and I explored our small world.

If you know me and my sister, this title is highly appropriate for all our phases of life together. I was always the visionary and story teller, as we dug for buried treasure on Gerald Lane and built forts of magazines on Jamaica Avenue and she was always the explorer and up for the adventure. If you know my sister now, she is still always up for the adventure, no matter how large.

This poem, is a dedication to her recent courage, to step into being my father and our family’s hero.

As we patiently wait… for however all of this unfolds.

backyard trees sway high

branched memories of childhood stories

our adventures

you

and

i

searching

finding

giving

our big brown eyes

like my daughter’s now

fast forward

backyard again

talking to trees

and smelling flowers

telling her

“we

were always together”

a lifetime

“she

made me eat grass”

laughter echos

to tears

my laotong

old sames

more than

friend

family

our nakshatra

we

share

 light years

together

my

sister

you

and

i

here

from

snow angel steps

to sand prints

from

cardboard box dreams

to ocean walks

finding dharma

with our baby brother

and peace

with all these

adventures

i

will be by your side

your didi

tell

you to breathe

as you did for me

in the shower, yoga mat, hospital floor

holding

space

for my Devi to be born

remember

she has your spunk

and you will

always tell her

backyard tales

you will always

be her favorite masi

you will always be my

strong

beautiful

loving

soul

grateful for you

my

sister.

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