December 3, 2015

A Pot of Wisdom & Love. {Poem}

Moyan Brenn/flickr

She said the world was big, so be bold for it.


Mustard seeds and powdered spices froth in hot oil

She cupped my pubescent chin,

Only in the way a mother could

She drew me close, registered my face;

Kindness flickered in her eye,

She smiled, for she had witnessed time

But, she saw adventure dance in my heart.


She said the world would be cruel, so remember who you are.


In went the chopped okra and cubed potatoes

With a splash, the vegetables sweat

In the simmering, in the heat

Making sounds of the sea

Waiting for a sign of obedience, of acknowledgement

She smiled, for she saw I had heard

But, she knew my soul would dare.


She said the world would be beautiful, so embrace its glory.


The lid danced atop the covered pan

Flavors formed and the curried fragrance,

Floated from her kingdom to conquer the house

She smiled blankly

Like she replayed a distant memory

She enveloped me in her soft embrace

But, she felt my teeming rebellion so strong.


She said the world would be kind, so stay humble.


Craning for her final ingredient,

She reached out for salt on the shelf;

I saw her earth-colored belly,

That nourished me to life

Slightly exposed through her poly-cotton sari

She smiled her smile

And, she knew I would understand someday too.


She said the world would be insane, so search for stillness.


And into the parlor, I hopped behind her

Gathering paper from an old exercise book

Marked in faded blue biro scribbling,

I watched as she folded and created

A paper boat with an anchor

And, placed it in a puddle of rain water

Drifting in the wind, garnering momentum

It set sail.


Relephant Read:

A Letter to My Mother.


Author: Neelam Tewar

Apprentice Editor: Pat Steele Nielsen / Editor: Toby Israel

Image: Moyan Brenn/flickr


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