The Weight of the First Daughter
I’m number two in line, but the first daughter born, To a crowded house where the walls are tired and...
Read PoemMaternal Curse
MATERNAL CURSE It must be a curse in my maternal blood. Passed to my mother from my grandmother, and her...
Read PoemWhere the Storm Learned My Name
If trees were given voice at last, Would they recall the storms that passed, With quiet grace or trembling breath,...
Read PoemSisters and Brothers
We fought over the smallest things, the remote, the final bite, yet stood like soldiers side by side whenever came...
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Father’s Silence
My father speaks in smaller ways, not always through his voice, but in the doors he held for us, the...
Read PoemGrandmother’s Hands
My grandmother’s hands are stories, creased like pages worn by years, holding prayers beside the window, hiding every child’s fears....
Read PoemThe Family Table
Around the table, stories bloom, between the bread and tea, small moments turn to memories that stay eternally. Someone laughs...
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