Little India (2002)

The sounds and smells Reminded me of my childhood; Days amongst my Fathers’s students. The laughter over the cooking As I struggled to learn Foreign…

You see me…

Your hand upon my face Is a balm to my soul. Each gentle caress Speaks so loudly that My cheek tingles long after Your touch…

Change is worth the work.

Change is Organic, not instant. It moves slowly, and not always in linear fashion. Each step forward breaks through, But sometimes, it slides back and…