How I long to see a glimmer of those kaleidoscope fantasies the alternating images of rainbows and flowered tapestries that greeted me in my childhood dreams the fruition of my journey flying on the swings in the playground reaching towards the blue sky with thoughts of the special words my teachers painted in my mind How I smile when I remember my grandmother singing that I am her child holding her hand I wander through the bazaar savoring the mist of roasted corn sold on the street How my heart softens when I see my grandfather's gentle smile As we sit on the flowered tapestry peeling fresh vegetables and listening to radio tunes. That elusive dream I blindly grab for stares back at me in the mirror of my memories just wait you will always see how complete life is when “is” blossoms into “was” but the wisdom of tomorrow's “was” hums perfectly as “is” today.
About Meenoo Chahbazi is as an attorney living in Washington, DC.
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