How's your Amma
asked a kind voice today
and I, dry eyed
told of her passing
surprisingly matter-of-fact
yet, my heartbeat quickened
talking to the woman who
bears Amma's name
and I breathed through the pain
Anichcha, I whispered
Arising and passing
Anichcha
And I brought back a vada-paav
for Elders
under trees
And Amma walked with me
every step of that way
proud
of who I have become
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