A garbage disposal bin for your children's
Build up emotions,
Grievous feelings,
And frustrations.
A storage box,
To hold their secrets.
A chauffeur to drive them to their various activities,
And their never ending demands.
What you get in return is something very special,
A kiss,
A tight hug,
A smile,
And those musical words,
"We LOVE YOU MUM.
4/2/2024.

My heart does not have legs and hands,
To come running to you,
To hold you tight.
It's every beat cries out for you,
Reflects only your images at every angle,
And if you shatter it to million pieces,
Only your visage will be seen,
On every piece.
4/2/2024

Big shot,
Well! Your opinions matter no more,
Yeah!
I'm gonna do what I feel is right,
I'm gonna eat and dress what I like,
You oughta go your way,
I gonna go my way.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
You are you,
I'm me,
Me loves me,
Me matters most.
3/2/2024

Lovers become best poets,
Shattered dreams,
Grief,
Painful tears that fall from the heart,
And seep into the soul,
They let it pour onto paper,
As poetry.
31/1/2024

Was enough for the two of us.
30/1/2024

Is sea,
With its depth, storms and tides,
Also it's treasures of pearls of love, kindness and compassion,
Constant joy and vitality.
30/1/2024

After nagging us,
Making us clean our messy rooms,
Grounding us with no T.V and mobile for that day,
Mum sat with a cup of tea at the kitchen table,
Sunlight streaming on her tired face.
My brother took a candid shot of her with his instant camera
Seeing her photo,
We realised the true worth of our mum.
There was regret on her face,
Her eyes blurry with tears,
Here was a woman with unconditional love for us,
Who hated being harsh on us.
29/1/2024