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M-E Jun 17
I ve let you draw
In my poems book
So whenever I see your drawing
I will be reminded of
Kaiden A Ward May 31
Creased and tucked behind the ID in
my wallet, is a photograph
of my mother,
sitting in a simple square rocking chair,
gazing lovinlgy down at
the newborn cradled reverently
to her chest, a smile softens her face
into one I do not recognize,
transformed by the miracle in her arms
I am rarely allowed to hold,
her first grandchild, only hours old.

She turns to gaze through the lens,
eyes burning through time, finding mine
and her expression falls flat,
aging into the woman I would face
a year from then.
Her lips curling back, exposing yellowed teeth,
face twisting in disgust to revive in vivid color
the image imprinted on my memory
of my mother's rejection
each time I dare look at it
reeling back in fresh pain.

But I cannot bear to discard
the only image I have
of my niece,
so I tuck it carefully away
between one-dollar bills
for another day.
An old poem I found and wanted to share.
G Rose Apr 9
I’ll plant her a Garden in a Library,
and borrow her the moon’s light,
(or at least a firefly),
build a tower in her name,
be the breath to her flame,
for her,
M-E Jan 8
Dear soon to be ...

In case you didn't realize
You are going to be an uncle, again.
So, be prepared
Your naps will end
And be prepared for sudden slaps from these tiny hands.
Now, you will bring two from each gift you buy.
One for me, another for my elder sister
Mister, I guess I will learn that slower
Everything would be mine then
And again, wave your peaceful moments goodbye.
And oh, I forgot
The sirens that pierced your ears when you tested it back at your work
HiHiHi. Just wait and see how my cries would be
Hey, uncle. Will you teach me how to draw and paint?
Will you play with me football
Or hair brush my doll
Will you jump ropes and pour tea to my barbie queen
Will you blow my nose keeping it clean?

PS: I know you would.

                                   Sincerly: The tiny baby who will call you uncle.  <3
May God bring you healthy to this lonely world of mine. Your sister and Me can't wait to hold you in our lovely, caring hands.
M-E Dec 2018
Your smurfs figures
Draw the escape plan on your drawing board
To get you out of fever tower
Where the witch captured you

Teddy bear, rabbit and rat
Built a ladder of lego bricks
For you to descend

Oh ooh, its a trap
Dont worry, We will find a solution
Like when you solved Finding Nemo puzzle

The witch bursted an evil laugh
Then she was hit
With a cannonball of balloons
By our friends, giraffe, tiger and Rhino
Then they tied her up with jumping ropes

The construction worker figure
Will torn down the fever tower with his masonary drill
It will be no more illness
And the witch will vanish in pain
Aah Ugh yah hew ugh

Barbie nurse will take care of you
Mickey mouse and Repunzle too
You and I will be back to take pictures
Of our smiley faces, duck faces and monster faces
And spread toys over all the places
Spicy Digits Dec 2018
Amidst the humidity and darkness of the forest floor
ants scurry in hyper-speed over invisible highways
mushrooms spread boldly beneath wise wooden giants

At night, black panthers weave through thick overgrowth,
undetected, as birds quieten their hungry young and sleep
But even in the rich darkness of the dense forest
micro flashes of silken pink and yellow cream can be seen
catching the moon's light, glowing like precious gems

By day these colours dim in their translucent chambers
atop the world's most beautiful, fearless caterpillar

This tiny being boldly ventures from one leaf to another
while all others cower underneath
Its crystal spikes hide only soft, sticky goo
and it is no bigger than a fingernail

But don't be fooled by its size and raw beauty,
this bejeweled crown easily summons its strength
to move faster than the angry west winds

Its beauty comes not only from its form
but in its lion-hearted spirit and grace

This confident caterpillar lives
and surrenders to change
without the leaden shackles of fear and worry

and when the time comes

she embraces

and is transformed again

to something new.
M-E Nov 2018
Something is missing
In her smile
A perfect, glowing smile

         -Where is your dancing tooth, Aicha.

         -Here it is.

Gift-wrapped as a pearl
Tucked in a paper bed

         -Goodnight baby

Till tomorrow
Rise and shine
So when my uncle smile
As if he smile for sunrise
A poem for my niece.
She had her first wiggling tooth removed on 10/11/2018. Yesterday the second. I love you Kitty :)
B Elizabeth G Sep 2018
I will never let you be cruel to yourself;
For you are the sunshine on my darkest of days,
And the sun can not shine without the confidence of knowing
It can light up the world.
To my niece, for you are the best thing that ever happened to me and I hope you always know how incredibly miraculous you are. Love, Auntie Peep
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