MY BODHI TREE
I so want to fill the void in our lives
Restore the laughter and joy in the home I love
Usher peace and tranquility in the hearts severed
Festivals celebrated with the splendor and spirit
Rituals performed with the same devotion and grace
Ma may be gone, her memory still suffuses their lives
The pain lingers, yet hope has been reinstated
It would have been amazing if Ma were around
I make do with whatever guidance is available at hand
Chachi 420's divisive ways I sense, I call my confidante
The understanding I had hoped I am unable to invoke
Ruthless, brazen and scathing censure is sure to soon make its way
It will escalate into an issue of sorts, Dad bearing the brunt of the drama that unfolds
I am insulted and slighted for my background and upbringing
My talent and acumen reduced to nothing
If a stranger can miss Ma's absence, what be the loss of those that adored
I sense the void I am striving to fill in, in whatever befitting way I am guided by her kin
The customs and rituals I am ignorant of, A quick learner that I am, guidance is what I want
Isolated and slighted to tears I am pushed, missing him and in indescribable pain I am in
A life bereft of acceptance and warmth, I sense what has been Dad's lot