Thinking of parents and poems.

Hey kids, don’t adjust your screens. That’s no seventies filter.

That’s a photo of my mother and father taken in the actual seventies…

Hey Sacred Bombshell,

I may get in trouble for posting this so don’t dime me out, okay? 

This is my gorgeous Mommy and Daddy heading to a friend’s party. Look how glamorous they are, married for 41 years. Although they were born in the same village in Guyana, South America, my parents had to meet all the way in the Big Apple to create my brother, sister, and me.

This photo reminds me of the poem by ancient Persian poet Hafiz: After all this time, the sun never says to the moon ‘you owe me.’ Think of what a love like that can do. It lights up the whole world.


My Parents


Hafiz Poem

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