I, the Elder now
wait for news of birth
and wellness
and celebrate
from my recliner
technology is my Sanjay
I, the Elder
am asked
"What time was I born, Didi"
" What was my birth weight"
Sometimes I remember,
at others, I don't
as I was not an Elder then
I was just a little girl
7 or 10 delighted to have
a person to hug
and lug around on my hip
and love
And now, I am the Elder
the only one who is witness
to their journeys
And I know now
that if I do not remember
I can make something up
there is no one who will
refute my claim
As I am the last one standing
I, the Elder
But I don't
I tell them the truth,
that I do not remember
I was too busy dancing for joy then
And we remind ourselves
that we will tell our children
and we will write it down
We will take pictures, we will blog, we will record our voices
So they all know..
The Little Brown Box is the alter-ego of my book by the same name. This collection of 70 poems written over 20 years is organised in three sections: Roots, Journeys and Heartstrings. The Little Brown Box is witness to my life. Whatever I could not say to another person, I have said to my journals and these thoughts smile back at me today, cheering me on as I learn some more, grow some more and move on.
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