For Mother’s Day, I went with my mom to see the van Gogh exhibit at the Art Institute.
I also wrote this sonnet for her, which depicts parts of her past fused with elements of motherhood and the present. The first photo is of my mother during a flute lesson in India.
A Portrait of My Mother
Your past is foreign, India your heart,
to us, whose life you made in motherhood.
You shared your stories, let us be a part,
and from each one we grew and understood
your talents, more than Vishvarupa’s arms,
your courage, honesty, compassion, smarts
your humbleness disguises many charms,
that we in secret are your counterparts
and mimic traits that we admire more
than we admit. For I am more aware
of beauty in the world, and I explore
the depths of others and myself. I swear
that you have taught me more than you will know;
the life you paint inspires like van Gogh.