Never planned to love you this way

….my child. You defy my reasons to stay warm within comfort zones

Grandma used to say, dont love too much. Just dont. She was a world apart from us and had wept enough too young.

Later she was such fun. Dancing in the kitchen, loved the Beatles and worried about girls in minis.

We used to listen to Radio Ceylon after Prawn fry and curry in the little black tawa..

the air was sultry warm, and mama’s curls were bright with that moonlight ; ma  too had maybe been that afraid to love

but here i am little one, and you have smiles

dared me to love you this way, even if  / even if  it destroys all your own plans


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