The family gathered in her home, feeling her presence everywhere. One daughter, sat rocking in her mother’s chair by the window, reminiscing
all took turns
even the woodpecker,
paid their respects
© Tournesol ’15
Poetry ~ Waka
The family gathered in her home, feeling her presence everywhere. One daughter, sat rocking in her mother’s chair by the window, reminiscing
all took turns
even the woodpecker,
paid their respects
© Tournesol ’15

She follows the inspector like a mid-day shadow. He scratches on his notepad, silently walking the perimeter of the weather-beaten house. It leans more towards the river now. She sighs with a heavy heart, not realizing how time and weather has bent the ancestral abode.
weighed memories
sagging shoulders slope
weathered house bows
by the bank
feeder swings on rusted wire
lives perch
© Tournesol ’15
Written for Carp Diem “Weatherbeaten” meme
Glorious sunshine
captivates to distraction
stumbles on sidewalk
stumbles on sidewalk
sunshine infuses content
despite bitter winds
© Tournesol ’15
Since she was a young child she would often whisper a short prayer on her way to school such as The Lord’s Prayer with the image of her grandfather in her mind’s eye and this practice continued as an adult on her way to work. In the past year she has been chanting her personal mantra with the image of Amma; sometimes her grandmother’s and mother’s images seem to slip in without her control.
Now she simply begins her mantra with the image of Amma and if her grandmother and mother want to slip in, she just goes with the flow. It is a wonderful way to start her day at work. In many ways she feels protected from some of the pain and suffering of her daily work.

scans the heavens
chanting her mantra
filled with devotion
filled with devotion
three mothers protect her
love bursts in tears
(c) Tournesol ’15