Week 4/2018: In Search of a Knight

I am not the girl you rescue,
but that doesn’t mean
I am not looking for someone
who can slay dragons.
Just in my version,
we would slay each others’
monsters.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

 

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Image courtesy of Pixabay: © Incygneia

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339/2017: Nephew

A short little acrostic
Just to say how
I remember, you thought
That I would spend the year
Hiding behind acrostics.

Please, my dear nephew,
Remember, I told you
Always try something new
So you don’t remain stagnant
And always keep learning.
Do you dare to follow my footsteps?

Seeing that it’s your birthday, and
Unconditionally, you are loved,
Kindness and compassion your best qualities,
Uncompromisingly you give and protect,
Making sure your treasure those you love
And so I end with a simple
Reminder, acrostics aren’t always an easy way out.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: So it is my nephew’s 21st birthday today and I am really proud of the young man that he is becoming. It has been my blessing and privileged to be a part of his life and watch him grow and I look forward to seeing him continue on in his journey.

HAPPY 21st Birthday Ajith!!!

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Because he likes this photo and it was a toss up between this and 2 year old him

225/ 2017: Newspapers

I read a story today,
and it reminded me of you.
They found a new procedure,
or so the article said,
to operate on the inoperable.
I laughed – Inoperable,
I remember that word,
it was the first time,
I sought beauty in sharp edges.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Lachrymae by Lord Leighton Federic (Source: http://www.metmuseum.org/art/)

57/2017: Lessons from my Mother (3): The Secret of Friendship

She told me,
the only friends I would need,
would be those who were blinded
by the light they saw in my eyes,
and whose light blinded me.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Image from Pixabay – Artist Alex Van https://pixabay.com/en/users/AlexVan-11728/

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.