by Prasanta | May 11, 2022 | Identity, Mothering, Mothers, Poetry, Purpose, The Mudroom
The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my arms, heart- before you? You laughed at the emptiness and swallowed it whole....
by Prasanta | May 11, 2018 | Art, Mothering, Mothers, Painting, Poetry
I wrote the poem below several years ago; I share it here once again for Mother’s Day. The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my...
by Prasanta | May 8, 2016 | Mothering, Mothers, Poetry
I wrote this poem in 2011, but haven’t posted it since 2012, and felt it was time to share again: The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my arms,...
by Prasanta | May 16, 2012 | Family, Gifts, Giving, God's love, Love, Mothering, Mothers, One Thousand Gifts, Receiving, Teaching Children
My birthday was last week. I am driving the kids somewhere when they ask me a question: “Mom what do you want for your birthday? What kind of cake do you want?” Nice questions, no? I could have said, “It doesn’t matter. Anything is fine. Give...
