Green is All

Cool wet grass

leading down the hill

to the river.

Rice in the meadow,

trees swaying,

mountains still

like paintings behind the mist.

Vivid green

into blind eyes seep,

at least when shades of gray disappear in sleep.

Green remains,

like memories of running, climbing,

being loved,

and Mama who calls...

"Come!

rice and daal for dinner!"

All the rest

were washed away

till trickling streams 

of reds, golds, and blues

ran together,

falling into fever's flames

and lost forever.

Mama cried,

thinking I was lost, too,

trickling away with the colors.

But I came back to shades of gray

and memories of green

that still remain.

terri reinhart - fall 2012

I wrote this poem for Sita, who became blind at age 5 after having Typhoid fever.  Sita's daughter, Ishwori, is the subject of my short prose/poetry biography, Ishwori.  When I began writing this story, I found it very difficult to write in prose.  This poem is what got me started and helped me to find the proper storytelling voice for Ishwori.  

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