Dear Child

Dear Child lost to the streets

How can one find you amongst this traffic?
How can your heart reclaim its beat?
How can we reclaim you from the fanatic
Who removed what wasn't his?


Stolen on a quiet morning to school
clad in a blue uniform your body lies
undisturbed by the noise that gathers around you
you lie helpless under the sky.


How can I bring you back?
because at least then I can get rid
of all this guilt that feel
when I continue to go back
to the taxi which took your breath.

Yours truly,
the mother to be

In me she sees

In me she sees an engineer
although arithmetic is not my subject

In me she sees a writer of many books
although I hardly read any

In me she sees a philosopher
although I hardly shift my paradigms

In me this woman sees what I can't see
She rejoices in the things which I cannot find joy in
She listens to the sorrows which my life brings
She characterises our relationship with hugs and kisses

Yet I am taken back by how
a few years ago I thought she was out to get me
a wolf in sheep's clothing

But now as I am to become something she is,
a mother...
I wonder...
How could I have missed that the basis
of all the groundings and fights was love?

Bound in sighs

Bound in sighs should I not show emotion?
The devil's child have once again given birth to grief
Should I on the other hand should be reduced to a fraction
by your poisonous spews for the sake of respect?

Silence in its golden shine cannot contain,
but because the eyes can always maintain
what the heart says of such situation,
I resort to the reduce my life to audio-visual frames of stares,
and slowly what respect has of me is the broadcast station
...which my face glares

Clever as you are devil's child,
your tendency to disregard the other's sense
one can call dumb,
but because you cam laude,
one can only be certain that the notion that
although education can afford us of knowledge,
ones use of it beyond that is up to us

Alas, this transcript has to end
one cannot afford to let you win this mind game
for this day you have made me bend
but for such a day will come when you will do the same
and one can only wonder how used you will be
to the same action which you saw with glee

I once but not once

I once managed to say I am leaving
without looking back

I once managed to remember a lie I had said in grade 3
with a little nudge to my noodles

But not once have I managed to get you out of my mind
I wonder if you have eaten
forgetting that we share the same mouth

I wonder if you’ve taken a bath or had time to put your feet up
forgetting that I bath you and make you relax

I wonder what is worse,
worrying about you whilst you are still attached to me
or worrying about you when you are 990 kilometres away from me

How can I make you part of me for longer?

On the same day time took the full moon and brought rain

What can one call you?
For the worst you have been convicted as responsible,
Yet for life’s bests you play a role
One can only wonder, whose side are you on?

Births and deaths
Break ups and make ups
Riches and poors

In mine is seems as though you specialise in the greatest and worst:
Births and deaths.

Four years ago on the same day you took away
The one who in me saw a full moon,
Round and orange in splendour,
For them I would control the tides whilst dancing around with the clouds
I could be seen from many corners although my ray would be shining for only one.

This year on the same day you promise to give me
The one who I hope will bring rain to my desert heart
Wet and heavy like thunderstorms yet gentle and warm like a drizzle
For you I will do the rain dance if it helps bring the rain you want
And sing “rain rain go away” if it takes away the precipitation from your sight

I will, as time allows be your fullness and joy
Although I cannot promise that he will forever on my side be.

I think that I have lost my mind

Amongst the squirmishes going down in my tummy
I think I might have lost my mind.
...the kicks
...the pulls
And the grovelling
Of the little one inside me
I think I might have lost my mind

Could it be that
The little one is taking
Piece by piece what I thought
I had in the place of a brain?