By Kavita Sarin Snapshots Deep within the recesses Of An old, decrepit, iron trunk Lie remnants of lives once lived. As I reach out To pluck with my bare, shaking fingers Memories of a past not yet faded, An odor of sadness permeates my being. A weak, antiquated, yellowing Manila Holds reminiscences of lives That … Continue reading Snapshots and Like Mother, Like Daughter
Academy of the Heart And Mind 