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Poems

       -by Pat Sinawi 
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KAUAI

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Blue sky
Green hills
Red flowers
Trade winds blow

Open windows 24 hours a day


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rain drops splashing
on the ocean waves

Rain
so the Sky can
cry for me

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End of the Road
end of the world
a hundred people wait
for the sun to set
One could hear a pin drop
were it not for the ocean's roar


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MAZATLAN


Mazatlan, dumb silly place
full of tourists, bad climate
How come you like it?

The beach that stretches round the earth

from east to west
and comes back with fireworks
My beach, our beach
When can we share it?

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HAPPY FEET

The child went outdoors to play
He smiled in delight when he saw the blue sky

He jumped and he ran
    back and forth on the grass

He crawled under the bushes
     and around and about

Found butterflies, spiders and webs

The backyard cats curtailed their visit
But the bluebirds remained to ignore
     this wild young man
     who danced on the grass
     and laughed at the sun

The child spied a red flower
Went over to touch - when  -
Lo, a strange sound from above !

The wind rustled through
     the lush leaves of the tree

He looked up and looked around
     for a creature so strong
     that the branches did sway !

He looked up and around

     in wonder and awe and,
     Yes - Fear !

His grandmother was near
She watched all of this
It happened before you were three !


by Nama Pat
for Timothy, Christmas 1994
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DANIELLE MARIE

Strange name
No Indian name for you yet
Red hair, blue eyes

No poem for you now
Just two bracelets

One silver
One gold
Start your collection

And know that
The jewels of old age
Are grandchildren


from Grandmother Patricia
for Dany, Christmas l994
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SAFFRON

Saffron is my Indian name for you
So that you may always know
How precious you are
How valuable and dear

In Mesopotamia, the birthland of your mother
Saffron is the substance used
As the weight by which is measured gold

In the deserts of Arabia
At the Shiek's Feast for honored guests
Mandatory as the sacrificed lamb
Is the rice of saffron hue

In exotic lands still further east
In recognition of their special role
It is the color for the robes of monks

But, granddaughter, in this strange land
Where you and I were born
Little is known of its value or its use

A commodity of soft orange color
In the spice department at the supermarket

So when asked why your grandmother
Gave this name to you
Tell them it's for the color of your hair

for Danielle Marie
from Grandmother Patricia
January 1995