My India

Today is my daughter’s twenty-fourth birthday and I can’t think of anything else. I’m not a poet but I wanted to say something to her.

India

Independent and stubborn, you screamed at me coming from the womb; I gave my life for yours.
How I loved you.
Tears streaming, glasses fogged, I closed the door of your classroom.
How I loved you.
Walking on your hands, a year viewed upside down, I worked far too much.
How I loved you.
Cheering with all your heart, I shouted louder than all the moms.
How I loved you.
With a timid wave and a shaky smile you left on a plane, I turned my back and cried.
How I loved you.
Angry with me you packed your bags, I begged you to come back.
How I loved you.
Decorating your dorm you swelled with pride, I drove away in tears.
How I loved you.
Hurting inside and out you blamed me, I accepted the blame.
How I loved you.
Rocking and rolling, you searched for yourself; I watched and waited in despair.
How I loved you.
New schools, new rules, you are searching still; I wait for your return.
How I love you.