Ever-Present

Maybe you’re still here

Here in the fall breeze

The pink and gray mittens you bought me

Clutched but not worn

You're still here with me

The Ferrero Rocher you gifted me

Time and time again

Half eaten, handed to me with a smile

Precious and cherished 

The box with golden lace remains

Maybe you do too

You’re here.

Here in the apple tree you planted

After coming to America

New opportunities etched into each orange leaf 

You’re here.

I hear your laughs in the creakiness of your apple tree

The whistle of your favorite tea kettle 

You’re here.

You never left, Jidda