It used to be maybe twenty,
A mad rush to get to the microwave and then, bathroom
Shuffle food in and maybe a brief second to breathe before you’re on again.
Now?
It’s a calm stroll to the bench; the one that has my name on it, under the watchful eyes of the sun’s rays.
I eat in serenity, breathe in serenity, swinging my legs.
That twenty a distant memory today, for today it’s forty, feels like sixty,
Feels like sixty.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
Today I cleaned the kitchen. I worked out. I graded a little and planned some. I watched tv. I walked the dogs. I fed them.
Early September, Dad and I sat down to have lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. As I looked over the menu, Dad kept asking me what I
As different as we are As far away as we were You and I came together Two parallel lives Loving the same Loving different, words