Glamacherry trees knew it was time to bear
when the Easter breeze started blowing in,
budding rounded berries that ripened into glue
around the time when schools closed for holidays.
Coconut fronds knew that it was time to fall
when children stopped stepping on their shadows,
on their way to and from Sheet Anchor School
as school was closed for Easter holidays.
The owner of the grocery and cake shop
near Palmyra turn, towards New Amsterdam,
stocked up with a full range of kite paper
of all the primary colors and some other hues.
My family’s stash of sewing thread
often shrank as Easter holidays approached,
as did the pins that held the frames
and any thing that looked like twine.
Ma’s old rumaal, made with Madras weave,
it’s destiny upgraded for the breezy yonder
was shredded for ribbons knotted together
for the willowy kite tails that sashayed in the sky.
Tulsi Dyal Singh, MD.