It is a bit of cold , five years and a little less
So many years, translated as so many hours
And  days ,this  riding back the arrow of time.
Mum is a meme, turned green as a mango
The day  a throat went parched singing from
A laughter that trailed off in a no-sense sky.


I shall open the door and let the dark come in
With the wind in the trees, like a cold of death.
Death is meme , its cold now a warm memory
This day in balls of rice,  a feeding of memory.


(Remembering mom on her fifth death anniversary)