Friday, July 13, 2007
Hush my little darling, my child
Tell me what’s on your mind
Eat your cereals and drink your milk
And everything will be fine
I will have none of it.
Just take your first bite
And the next will just slide
not as bad as you think, you’ll see
What is the matter with you?
For several days now
You have not been yourself.
You wouldn’t play with anyone
Neither would you eat even your favorite pie
Talk to me my child
There is nothing in this world
That I will not understand.
I love you very much
And I will do anything
Just to put a smile on your face
What are you trying to say?
Speak your mind and tell me
What is troubling you, little one.
Of course, I really want to know.
I will have nothing of this nonsense.
Say it now or you might never
Have the chance.
But you know that is not true!
It’s just that Ate Emily needs me more.
Tell me now, honestly, if you may.
Would you rather trade places with her?
Would you rather that your eyes spin
Like searching for something that never is
Or flay your hands here and there
Like her fluttering brain?
Hush, my child, be quiet and still
You don’t know what you’re saying.
Stop this pillory and gloat in glory
You have everything while she has nothing!
Do you know how much it feels seeing my child
forever locked in a chair,
manacled by her own depravity
Not knowing how she feels?
You have been blessed with a lot of things.
Stop! Cease complaining will you please!
My head aches from all these.
Now eat your food and run along
Or better yet, study your lessons
Do your homework and have peace.
Oh, what do you know?
Twelve years in this world
and you think you know everything.
Who are you to criticize me?
Who are you to say that I have been remiss?
Don’t you think I appreciate everything you do?
How you help me with my household chores
Never complaining, just doing what you’re supposed to do?
The world is tough sometimes
But it grows on you and soon, your sacrifices
Will be rewarded.
I know so!
And I love you very much, my child.
Never doubt that for I always have
and forever will.
Monday, July 09, 2007
I await the night
hoping for a shooting star
so I can wish for a big house
a lambourghini, big business,
diamonds and a loadful of cash.
When I close my eyes
I'd like to dream
of fantasy land
where I can only smile
not cry, feast on hearty meals
and have whatever I want
As I approach the dusk
I realize I have been waiting
all my life
that never come
No shooting stars
no big dreams
just me and my sweaty hands