Potatoes
Hi, Mom.
I read a poem the other day and thought of you. It's from a book called Love Poems from God (which was given to me by the wonderful HWP). It's by Rabia of Basra who was an 8th century female Islamic saint. You can read about her here.
Here's the poem.
SLICING POTATOES
It helps,
putting my hands on a pot, on a broom,
in a wash
pail
I
tried painting,
but it was easier to fly slicing
potatoes
love you

I read a poem the other day and thought of you. It's from a book called Love Poems from God (which was given to me by the wonderful HWP). It's by Rabia of Basra who was an 8th century female Islamic saint. You can read about her here.
Here's the poem.
SLICING POTATOES
It helps,
putting my hands on a pot, on a broom,
in a wash
pail
I
tried painting,
but it was easier to fly slicing
potatoes
love you

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2 Comments:
Our momma is a saint, though i cannot say for sure whether she is a saint of joyous gatherings, bountiful meals, or contagious laughter.
All three.
For certain:)
-joel
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joel, at 7:09 PM
add saint of great conversation to that list. i loooooved talking to her over thanksgiving. she's brilliant.
By
nikki, at 10:21 AM
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