Roots

Roots

Roots of a problem or the roots of a plant, maybe but we all have our roots as well.

My Daughter

My Daughter

My daughters – tender, fragile – maybe, sometimes
Yet – sweet and strong

An Empty Shell – A roomful of faces

An Empty Shell – A roomful of faces

An Empty shell – A roomful of faces “I look around a roomful of people, a roomful of faces, faces of people who are like me , in their lives and pains, faces filled with pain, pain so intense that it had etched its telltale lines on even the youngest of these faces.

My Baby Boy

My Baby Boy

My baby boy – My Son

How long will you be my son, how long will you let me be your mother?