"A writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, because everything she does is golden. In my view, a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway." ~ Junot Díaz
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Trick or Treating on Diwali
There were two princesses –
one with curls of chocolate, another of
two fluffs in lavender tulle,
tiaras and blinking shoes.
They flounced and twirled at each door, and
announced their royal names. They fluttered
their lashes and invited neighbors to gush at
With skirts raised, they raced
from house to house, only their giggles
before they did.
When an Indian man opened one door,
one Princess peered inside and saw
people she knew well --
a woman in a salwaar-kameez and
a sari-clad grandmother behind her.
Candy fell into her bag, but
she stood there.
Waiting for more.
Waiting for something that should come next.
Something should be said.
"Happy Diwali," she said softly.
Like a firecracker that was lit,
laughter was sparked.
The grandmother scurried
to see the Indian princess.
“Happy Diwali!” we all cheered.
She found her spirit and called
“Happy Diwali!” as she sprinted
to join her regal friend
who asked, "What is dee-wali?
I don't know dee-wali,"
"It's an Indian holiday.
Not everyone celebrates Diwali.
Everybody celebrates Halloween!" as they ran to the next house.