A Sonnet

A Lull…

Ma, when the din becomes

a lull

at the day’s end-

When I put my head on the pillow,

your prayer book

resting next to my head-

Wrapped…

In the scarf you wore for years-

as you sat down to pray for us all

gives me repose, succor and subterfuge-

very serene...

Is it the calm of the womb? I wonder-

and feel-

Yes, it is.

Pushpinder Kaur                                   May 26, 2016