Poems of Love and Longing

Light

Every summer-end my mother sent me to the rose garden.
I filled my skirt with rose petals and brought them into the kitchen.

She wanted to make her rose-petal jam. The blooming roses
Gave me their gifts. I caught them in mid-air. I was as patient

As the rose buds, never unfurled them. Sometimes they opened,
Grew beautiful before my eyes. Sometimes they didn't.

When I left home they threw water behind me
For Light and for Safe-Journey. My father wrote me

For many years and started his letters :
Dear Light of My Eyes.
















Esther Kamkar, Palo Alto, California artist and poet. Poems, poetry, writing, published works - footer logo

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