Twenty Nine

Remember this day,

When hope returned.

And love enveloped you,

Like a shawl stitched,

By your mother's hands,

Especially for your shoulders.

Remember this day,

When your father looked at you,

Through eyes foggy with flu,

But eyes shining with pride,

Like fires who refuse to dry the dew,

That glittered like snow,

Upon your lonely mountain top.

Where you are alone only until,

You turn around.

They are all there with you.

The living and the others,

The whispers of your wisdom.

The old lady who loved you,

Like the child the Goddess,

Never pushed from her womb.

The old man who knew you,

To be the spitting image of him,

Even though he never found the words,

To tell you he loved you.

For the old lady who died paralyzed,

But who dances through your fears,

And your pain, and your sorrow.

Who dances and cooks and loves,

You, the only grandson, she ever knew.

Like the ghosts of the dogs that sit,

Wagging tails made of joy,

Around your ever open palms.

Like the old man who loved you,

Almost as much as he loved his fame.

Don't get lost in the world storm.

Remember this day, remember you name.

You who were named for the coming sun,

For the first rays of every day.

Shake off this shell you have become.

Return to yourself, Arunoday.

Remember this day.