56/2017: Lessons from my Mother (2): Friendship

She taught me to seek,
the ones who would hold
my past in their heart,
and wrap it with laughter,
while promising me,
with their eyes,
that they would remember me
in the future,
even if I was not there
to greet​ it with them.

They in turn
shared with me the
pieces of her heart,
she had left in their care
confident that even in
different bodies, they
would beat in sync
with the rhythm her song.

a tune growing and expanding
with music draw from souls
that protected and shielded
the power of her love,
a gift if legacy passed
down from the bonds of family
born and created to connect
past and future.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: For my mother’s friends, who never let us feel alone or forget her.


Day 139: In Memory

I write this in memory,
In memory of a friend,
And a mother.
In memory of a wife,
And a mother
In memory of a soul
too early gone.
In memory of an angel
Called back home too soon.
In memory of a lady
Who left a legacy of love behind.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Apologies – this is a repost from a poem written in high shool for the 10-year anniversary fo my mom’s passing. Not the poem I was working on but this week keeps getting away from me. Hopefully, I will be able to post that one tomorrow. Thank you all for your continued love and support! 

Peace and love

Day 129: Mothers

When I see the tears upon her face,
I know she worries how I will win the rat race.

I wish she knew how she lights up the dark,
she is the flame which sparks my heart.

A mentor, teacher, friend, and foe,
these hats she wears to teach me where to go.

I tell her I cannot ever pay her back,
and she asks me who is keeping track?

I wish she understood how much she moves me,
even when our time together was not meant to be.

She is the words through which I write,
the very essence of my will to fight.

Her love and faith the roots of this tree,
which created a fearless me.

Even in her absence, I hope she knows;
she is the reason that mothers are my heroes.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy


To all the beautiful men and women who play the role of a “mother”, I want to thank you for all the selfless ways that you give. Our mothers are our first loves, our first teachers, and saviours. A mother’s heart is infinite in the love, support and strength they give us. No matter how short their time is with us, who were are is because of them.

So Thank you to ALL THE MOTHERS I have been blessed to know in my life 🙂

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My mom and I (age 1)



Day 35: Lost (2)

I remember running
Only coming back
To take a bite
Of the food
You held out.

Shouts of “Be careful”
Followed by childish
Promises of safety
That I used to say.

I loved how your soft
Hands would
Tuck me in at night.

Feather kisses,
The warmth of your breath,
Wrapping me in
Protective care.

Those long strong
Wiping tears
Making warm milk
Massaging oil into my hair.
Healing touches.

An illness that made
Powerful touches

Arms that held me
Weak and shaky
Until others held you up.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: In memory of my mom who passed away from cancer. #worldcancerday