Every task, on paper and mind,
Crossed off—
With the luxury of a clean house,
Lit up with pastels at every corner
It must be April, when the frost of winter is already a distant memory and every thing is coming up!
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.
I sit alone watching each sun ray cut through the window to get to my skin, Waiting Light at last Darkness just a memory Parts
I nod politely, my eyes shift towards the green street sign a hundred feet away the table chatter about potty training and sleepless nights and
My mind overwhelms me with questions questions of worth questions of dreams questions of skill I sit alone stewing in preparation for it to come