
This poem is a toast to:
Paati’s 94th birthday
And Anya’s 1st
Our mother-daughter trip
To explore Paris in summertime
Learning to make dosas like Ma
And finally beating Pa at chess
To landing in airports
Where you can’t read the signs
To managing to fit into
Old jeans and old friend circles
To Anu leaving for college
And Rima’s fairytale wedding
This poem is a toast to
The milestones that didn’t happen
For the cakes we didn’t cut
And candles we didn’t blow
The laughs we didn’t share
The applause we never heard
This poem is for all things, big small and in-between
That we so longed to touch, feel and hear
That had our names on it
And were addressed to us
But somehow must’ve gotten
Lost in the mail
Lovely
Thank you, Aarthi!
Great piece, makes me think and reminisce