I hold in my hand

The photograph

This small, square, thin paper

The colors match the day

I became a mother

It feels like so many years

My body has changed

Face more wrinkled

The shape of the baby

Is no longer the shape of a baby

With every passing day

This photo stares at me

From the fridge of our new home

Well, no longer new

But to the girl in this picture

It would be

When I see her,

I thi...

Brave comes in many forms. It can be in the body of a toddler who climbs the big tree after he fell the first time or in the shape of a soldier who took a bullet in the arm for one of his fellow fighters. The most important aspect of bravery is doing something despite how terrifying the situation of how uncomfortable it can be. ...

When I was young, I called you drunk

You were angry about my childlike mouth

“I’m your father! Don’t talk to me that way!”

You would say

Over and over

I thought I did wrong

Because I didn’t know anything, right?

I never did it again

With every gulp, you got worse

Transparent empty bottles filled our garbage cans

But what would I know?

You’re the adult

I’m the child...