When my father passed away,
it happened by chance that
Kirit’s parents visited him from India.
Kirit brought them to the shiva
which was held at Mom’s apartment.
They were hesitant and shy,
uncertain of the customs.
Mom and Sophie were seated on chairs
in the center of the living room.
Mom motioned for Kirit’s Mom to join them,
and a third chair was produced.
The trio spoke old lady stuff.
The continents and cultures melted together.