Tulsi Roots

Tulsi Roots long poem

I’ve got these friends called Sree and Pri
They always make me
Tulsi green tea

A technical wizard that is Sree
His yogi looks
Deceive even me

Always connected and never offline
Sree always somehow
Finds the time

Meanwhile Pri is a natural dessert fiend
Perfecting seasonal recipes
She’s gleaned

Feeding me homemade chapattis and a sabji meal
Over inspiring, thoughtful talks,
Filled with zeal

With every healthy dinner treat
Their welcoming home is
My ultimate retreat

Daily yoga and an organic life
They’re easygoing,
Never any strife

In moments of stress and uncertain places
A visit calms me,
Their smiling faces

When I was poorly, Pri showed such love
Hiding her wings,
A nutritious dove

They live just down the street from me
You can say I’m their
Firenge adoptee

Holding keys to my private space
True champions of the
Human race

My rakhee brother and sister in law
With their kindness, well,
I’m in total awe

They always help me out, with angels they tout
I like being their tea jenny,
Who they allow to spout

Creating a community vibe
Hard to describe…
Almost a tribe

I hope they know how special they are
Guiding me like the
Northern pole star

The journey is long, unpredictably so
But I know it has a
Graceful glow

I’ve got these friends called Sree and Pri
In fact, they’re my
Acquired family

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Well Jen, you said it.



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