By Srijoni Hore
It
Has
Been
So many
Months
Three?
Four?
I do
Not know
All I know is
The sound of my
Mother’s throat, humming
Her favourite tunes, I do know
My father’s hand, just like a little
Leaf’s silhouette against the eve sun
I know my gramma’s voice asking mom
To eat more, walk less, buy pretty clothes
But last day, I heard the doctor say, It’s a Girl
There was an earthquake, I felt rhythmic jerks
Dad’s voice did not find me but shook the walls
Gramma’s vocals lacked the honey, maybe she
Now only eats just bitterguards, Mom’s hiccups
mimiced a frog not at all at ease, I did hear my
Gramma say- Eat less, don’t waste out money
My hunger grew like a tree and I kicked and
punched in agony, after many days today
My Mother finally ate, ate something
with a bitter taste that choked my
Eyes like I’m in a thick haze
Do the walls always shrink
All voices always fade?
Omg!!! Love how you have created an image of a womb with the lines. Truly touching lines, great piece!!!💯💯💯