4th of July

it

was so full

then–

Ma

and Daddy

and siblings

driving to a

Cape Cod beach.

sitting on sand

and mother-fed

chicken

and potato salad

and yellow, chocolate-

frosted cake.

the summer-warm

salty water,

the sun

that did not burn

our seasoned skin.

Daddy

and Uncle Charles

the navigators

of the day–

our cousins close by,

some of Wampanoag parentage…

family–

encirled with food,

love and warmth.

i am of ocean people–

fishers, swimmers,

‘waders-in-the-water’,

washers,

drinkers,

ship-riders,

ocean-crossers

far from home…

who brought

the gift of love and

joy,

and faith,

with rhythmic

music

and food-of-the-soul

and heart

with Independence,

to these

Atlantic waters

and beyond.

Linda Tauhid

7/4/17

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Eid

i want

to dance!

listen to Jill Scott’s

“Whatever, Whatever”,

savor

every

golden

moment–

we are

free!

i want to eat,

run,

taste the salt

of Galveston Bay…

i want to don

a brightly colored scarf,

turn heads

and smile.

i want to

hold the hands

of my grandchildren

smell their innocent

child’s breath

and be pleased.

i want to walk strong

and continue

to conquer

and enjoy.

i want to hear

the wings of angels

and know

that i

am meant

to fly…

Linda Tauhid

©6/24/17

She Says…

she says
she thinks that
i
am from
the future–
an interesting notion.
as i muddle through
the angst of life
always before
or behind…
seeing,
but often veiled…
time is distorted
by human reasoning–
compacted within
its limits
into something
seemingly manageable
…but i do visit
vast worlds
and interact
with their beings.
yet the space
i occupy
on earth
is small.
i am not a purveyor
of time
or its expression
in tenses.
i travel between its borders
searching for Truth
and
my place
in
All
Existence.

Linda Tauhid
6/18/17

Tanayah

she came here

a couple of times.

once, when she was still young 

and full of love.

and we locked arms and took giant steps

as a game.

i always took my girls

to coffee–

even when they were young

how best a grand mother

to teach refinement,

sociability.

i have long been gone

from around her

her ravaging years of puberty

her adoption of ideals of an alien tribe.

I don’t know her now;

hauntingly beautiful

she plays in pictures

and displays a knowledge

of saucy poses.

she is of me–

i will never let that go…

she is one of mine

tainted by crossed ideals

and the people who promote them.

but i remember holding her

newly born,

connected to me

in a blood-bound way, mine…

but free to choose

her life, her people,

her loves.
Linda Tauhid

©5/13/17

Dream Girls

(For Naima)

we were sisters

in spirit

long before we knew…

joined by our quests

and the nuances

of life & time.

I thought of us traipsing

through that dark winter

seeking light;

watching Dream Girls

at the Grand Lake Theater.

but what about our dreams

must we wait in patience

or the sorrow of loss?

is it ok to cry,

to scream silently 

to hope?

i wish for you

wreaths of flowers

while you live,

Love

in its empowering form,

and days of beauty

as ephemeral 

as dreams.

with

the means,

to touch

and hold.
©Linda Tauhid

5/1/17

My Knight 

(For Jennifer and Don)

my knight

in shining armor

has come–

he is real

he has saved me

and made

my wait worthwhile.

i have cast

away

my mourning clothes

and bright

flowers

adorn my hair.

while some have scorned

i smiled through

the struggles

and bore my faith

as tilth 

until the joy of love

entered, it’s saving grace

so clear.

my knight has come

he reigns my heart

and reflects

the power

of

The King

we serve;

the All-Knowing

whose name

is Love. 

(Ya Wadud).
Linda Tauhid

©5/1/17

Daoud

they taught me

to speak

the words of David

and thus

i am blessed.

i stood

before

congregations

scrubbed and brushed

and recanted

with brilliance

what a child

barely knew…

‘mercy has followed

me

all the days

of my life;’

in sickness

and in health

in loss

and

in wealth.

for i was taught to

speak the words of praise.

i have risen,

i have fallen

i have lain

in my own tears…

but i return to The Good

never displaced;

“Praise the Lord, my soul;

all my inmost, praise his holy name.”*

for i 

ever reflect

the words

of David.
Linda Tauhid

©4/18/17
*Quotation from Psalm 103, a psalm of David (Al Sabur)