Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Friday, October 16, 2020

Grandmothers And Granddaughters

 

 

 My mother welcomed the sabbath,

lighting candles.

Her head covered,

her eyes closed

as she whispered her prayer.

Her house spotless.

The smells from the kitchen intoxicating. 

Her table was adorned with a white

starched tablecloth and

crystal goblets for wine.

Silently she uncovered her head,

the way her mother had,

and her mother before her.

My mother's mother accumulated

a dowry when I was born.

Dishes and lines all chosen with intention

but mostly love.

She is present in my thoughts 

as I think of my granddaughter.

Holding silver candlesticks that 

I will gift to her.

How beautiful they are

for the home that she will make

some day.

Her eyes sparkle bright,

her smile is infectious.

Her sweet face can light 

desolate paths,

and dark days and nights.

She was born with a crown on her head,

during a global pandemic.

The days were challenging

but she was the sun and the moon.

Enveloping us with love

from her first smile.  

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Equality For Me And My Sisters

My eyes are luminous. 

My heart is alive.

My soul is hungry.
I am not defined
 by my skin

or the vessel that I live in.

I am a visionary.

I am a rebel.

I am a woman that says no.

I faced venomous snakes
 who desired to crawl on my skin.

I faced ravenous eyes that longed to devour me.

Their actions
 birthed shame rising through me.

Shame that I refused to claim.

I raised a son 
on my own

before I understood the strength,
 and the power that I had.

I raised him to be a better man than the ones I had known.

My layers unraveled,
my inner voice found,

my inner voice soaring.

My layers flooded with light
and
 the understanding of being equal.

Weaving stories of my independence

and the independence of all my sisters.

Sisters I had known
and ones 
I have yet to meet.

I understand myself.

I am valuable.

I am human.

I am love.

I am equal.

The memory leaves scars.

The memory leaves the residue of all that came 
before us.

 

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

The Boat Sleeps In The Boatyard

The boat sleeps in the boatyard.

When the moon rises,
the boat tells the trees and the frogs

stories about her boy

and his grandpa.

The boat carries them

through waves that gently rock her.

The boat is silent but she feels

and she hears.

Grandpa showed the boy

how to tie a knot.

How to lure a fish to his line.

How the birds in the sky are the guides.

Grandpa showed the boy

how to watch the tide.

How to ride the waves,
 when they rock the boat up and down.

Grandpa knows the ocean
the way he knows the wide eyed boy.

Grandpa’s hands are large and rugged
.
The boy’s are small and tender.

At night
,
the trees listen,

the crickets sing,
the frogs dive into puddles.

They wait and anticipate the joyous tales

the boat will tell about the day.

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

My Boy And The Moon


Dear moon,
have I told you that every time
I see you,
I think of
my boy?
The way his eyelashes gently flutter when he sleeps.
The way he reaches for my hand to grasp it.
He tells me,
"I love you to the moon and back, grandma."
His eyes mischievous and luminous.
He watches the moon
as I do,
in separate cities
but joined in thought and in spirit.
The full moon intrigues him.
The quarter of the moon leaves him with anticipation for the growth
that will transpire.
He wishes he could touch the moon,
hold the moon in his hand and
place it back in the dark sky to light the way,
for all those lost,
for all those unloved.
Because his heart is full,
his heart is kind,
his love is complete.

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Fifty Plus


Rebel,
believer,
dreamer.
Woman,
INVISIBLE.

Your pulse was thunder,
your hands were tender,
your eyes were luminous
like your soul.
Your laughter echoed in dark alleys,
your lips were devoured.
You drank,
you spoke loudly,
you dreamed big.
You lived in the moment,
your skies were vast.
Your journey on broken shards
made you stronger.
Your exterior beauty changed.
Your inner beauty grew
and evolved into something bigger than you.

FIFTY
INVISIBLE?
NOT!
sexism,
youth obsessed culture
denies you entry or importance
but you won’t surrender.

You have settled in your vessel,
you have shed your skin.
You have found serenity
and humor.
Your fire raging,
your spirit elevated.

You bridge the old world with the new.
Wondering how you arrived
to this intersection sooner than you thought,
while you were
living a full life.
Holding,
embracing,
cradling,
everyone you’ve ever loved.



Thursday, July 23, 2020

Aiden Three Laps Around The Sun



The blue wood maracas laid 
on the piano where we left them.
The spider frightened you
but not the dragonfly.
You weave sentences into a
continuous conversation.
You walk with the confidence
of a boy who is loved,
  a boy kissed by the sun and the moon.
Three years old
and life is unfolding 
with deep seeds of love
and knowledge ingrained in your being.
We walk side by side,
our friendship magnified 
by every magical story told,
with games that soothe wounds.
Engaging in questions,
delighting in the solutions.
Discovering new quests,
creating new dreams.
Life amplified with 
endless possibilities.




Sunday, June 28, 2020

Dying Alone



Modern day warriors
on the front lines of big cities
and small towns.
They walk the narrow path,
their minds wide open,
their hearts stretched.
The scrubs,
masks and gear they adorn
do not shield them from 
the vulnerability of the moments
hanging in a haze.
 The shifts are long,
days stretched into nights.
Hours that wear on the mind and soul.
They watch the sick,
the fragile,
those 
that want to take a breath
but can not.
Those that fade away dying alone,
alone,
alone.
The room empty
no love whispered,
nor prayers.
Poetry on their skin
as their eyes drift.
The ventilators stand guard,
voices heard through the corridor walls.
There is no parole from this prison,
no furlough.
There are monitors and screens
displaying vital signs 
and humans in spacesuits.
There are memories that play with the mind
in and out of awareness. 
A nurse holds a phone
to witness a last goodbye
to cherished ones.
Fragments of a conversation,
amends for words unspoken,
for dreams unfulfilled.
One more day,
one more night,
if only...  

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

The Color Of My Blood


The shape of my eyes,
the sound of my voice,
the shade of my skin,
my sexuality.
The color of my blood
the same 
as yours.
If you saw the light in my eyes,
if you saw my mother's tears,
if you felt her fears,
grief engraved on her skin.
Would you have yanked me
like a weed from the
garden of life,
Would you have shattered
me in pieces
 leaving me
to bleed out in the dark.
Ideologies differ,
dreams unalike,
my diversity
makes me
unique,
beautiful,
majestic,
a beacon in the fiber
of humanity.
The shape of my eyes,
the sound of my voice,
the shade of my skin,
my sexuality.
The color of my blood
same as yours. 
 
 
I am re-posting this poem that I dedicated to the victims of the Pulse nightclub. I want to share it for Tuesday Pride. We must have a voice for all the voiceless. 

Sunday, June 7, 2020

The Next Genertaion Indie Book Award

🎉 Congratulations Ayala! 🎉
"Second Chances: Poetry from a Sun-Kissed Life" by Ayala Zarfjian was selected as the WINNER of the Next Generation Indie Book Awards in the POETRY category.

All proceeds donated to charity.
Learn More:
https://bookshop.org/a/8366/9781732577299

For more Award Winners & Finalists:
https://bookshop.org/lists/award-winners-finalists
Golden Dragonfly Press

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Sophia Brianna


Little darling,
your crown shimmers in the light.
How gentle yet fierce you are.
No traces of defiance on 
your face,
only evidence of clarity and courage.
A fearlessness that is born
from knowing in your marrow,
your identity 
and your purpose.
The trees sway as you walk
among them.
They whisper sweet lullabies
in your ears.
The moon dances
to your inner light.
Your body flows.
Your heart expands with love.
Your crown lighting your way
like a lantern in the night.



My sweet granddaughter was born March 19 in the midst of the pandemic. Both her parents are doctors. It's a challenging time. There are so many wishes that I wish for her during these blurry and uncertain times. The day she was born she brought her light into our dark days.