Purple

Fri, 12/30/2016 - 11:28 -- meg_d

Mom lights a candle

A diya, a lamp

I have to choose

Red or blue

 

Voices of reason

Larger, louder

Than songs of dreams

Red or blue

 

Mom wraps a sari

Trimmed elegantly

In a way I never could

I have to choose

 

Weight of expectation

Rigors, standards

Dimmed colors fade gray

Red or blue

 

Mom never forces

Nor urges nor prods

Simply sheds her light

I have to choose

 

Daydreams of fire

Kindled, fanned

By passion and anger

Red or blue

 

Mom stands by the door

Tears in her eyes

Of joy or longing

I have to choose

 

Flickering flame

Stands still in the breeze

Do I have to choose?

Red or blue

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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