Category Archives: childhood

Forgot

I keep forgettingI forget to writeI forget to eatI forget thatI forgot andKeep on forgettingThey say it’sOld ageHow old do you have to beTo be oldI forgotHow old was my grandfatherWhen he died!He was oldDefinitely old butFull of youth!A youthful … Continue reading

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My Season

Autumn is my favorite seasonCalm and sadSubdued like the day I was bornSilence overshadowed the smallApartment in the modern hive,Bees leave early for their honeyQueen bees stay behind toGive birth in a shower thatNever started that dayMother was standing andI … Continue reading

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Skyping late

Her electronic teddy bear floods The screen with hearts The heart-shaped bubbles explodes Into kisses The whole screen becomes A cartoon scene The little girl laughs She giggles With red cheeks Her mother sounds The last call Bedtime … bedtime … Continue reading

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Mother sings

Child cries in the night Afraid of darkness That looms. … She sings for the child A lullaby calm Silence. … Child cries in the night Calming lullaby She sings. … A mothering sound She utters loving Words calm. … … Continue reading

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Paddling

P is difficult letter for me Peas and bees are some of my P favourites to confuse Pasta I eat every day People heard laughing at me Paddling I try in vain Paddling through life scared. … November 28, 2020

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The Master’s boy

The Master draws a rose The words on the boy’s red lips Rest blood line, his, ceased. … November 25, 2020

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A Snowflake

A snowflake dances in the air Like a child running after its rabbit Wizzing between chairs in living room. … A snowflake drops and melts Like memories of childhood and Grows into a rose next spring. … Memories don’t die … Continue reading

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