My Light
My mother spoke of the origin of my name:
"The first ray of the sun's light"
And a lifelong chase ensued
Always the subtle glow in the distance
Warmth of a Vermeer hearth
Painted in tender brushstrokes
Whispering promises
Of a future when all will be drenched
In a lightness of being Milan Kundera knows
Said simply,
In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.
-Anisha
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