There’s a sound I will always remember. The sound of a body bag and a mortuary crane. Oh, how the yellow zips clipped and crackled my chest, Closing off things … Continue reading Some day, you will meet your home–
The garden of Eden Was the first funeral We brought flowers to. We bring flowers to funerals Not as a gesture of love, Or sympathy But to feed … Continue reading Lilies, Roses and Tulips
It is said that we speak and see the dead when we are close to our death. We can touch them without anyone seeing. We can hear and feel them without anyone noticing. The educated ones call this hallucination. The traditional ones call this a deep connection with the dead. But it is a paradise before the uncertainty of the afterlife.
Dear Grandma, I might not know you but thank you for raising a champion- your daughter, my mother. I heard you were an amazing woman. How I wish I could … Continue reading Heaven, Will You Pick Up The Phone Already? Mommy Needs to Call Someone.