Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 05:22:22 -0400
Subject: Re: (no subject)


the daughter remembers...

from re-constructed memories
and re
membered
several
of sachaalu's younger days....

as the grand-daughter watches for her and translates the one to the
other

she is i
i am u
uare i

my convictions shake
fueled by the memories
of a hundred loving lullabies
a hundred heartfelt hugs
a hundred lessons in patience
a thousand hours spent in story telling..

we cannot be on opposite sides...
i am you and you are me
always
always

as,
watching her daughter break rules
amidst refrains of disapproval

>
> hoping to find solutions?

> a young sachaalu's eyes

> look out of the mother's lined face
>
> was i ever young
> was i ever strong
>  at the sunset of a dutiful life..
> relieved only by petty indulgences
> allowed by the highways of convention
>
>
>
> "what is "fiction"
> what is "real"
>
>             radheya is born but
> un
> born