I wrote this poem in memory of Dave – a much-respected blogger in the blogger and especially, the dVerse community, a few weeks ago.
It somehow never did make it out but here it is today, in honor of him,
and of all those friends I miss(ed) for dVerse OpenLinkNight. Though I
did not interact with him as much as many others, I enjoyed reading his
- Rainbows, sunshine, dewdrops, butterflies,
bees, buds, blossoms…
- Smiles, tears, hugs, and kisses
- The postal system, the telephone, the
internet, and yes, social media
- Family, friends, and teachers!
- Authors: Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl, Jane
Austen, Louisa May Alcott, Thomas Hardy, and so many more
- Books: Not sure I want to start listing
them out…all my top ten lists and more.
- Book blogs: too many favorites to list
them all out here
- Libraries, and of course book stores
- Discovering something new and fascinating
to read – you know that feeling when you open a book for the first time
(be it a magazine or a novel), you realize you are entering a magical
world – where you will learn, lose yourself in words, and come out a
better person – always!
‘She cupped her palm and showed me the size of the well: that much ginger.
As we stood with our heads tipped together, I tried to translate that cupped palm to my stainless steel measuring spoons, to balance that cavity of space against the scent and taste of the finished dish, against the aroma of steaming basmati rice, roasting cumin seeds, and cinnamon sticks in hot oil. Then I shrugged, and guessed.’