My Heart

My heart used to long for him.

It cried when he was away,

skipped all over my chest at his touch

and literally melted in his hands.

But now, alas!

with this amnesia,

it no longer recognizes him.

Family whether forecast

It was always a heartbreaking experience

to watch mother curl and furl, and moan in agony

as her gout viciously stabs at her joints.

“My bones are magic”,

she would say smiling,

her soft, yet firm voice, camouflages her pain

as I massage her knees I beg God

to spare me from this unfortunate burden.

And now, in my sorrow

I am the new family whether forecast.