Wednesday, July 08, 2020
My Prince Ali
I am accustomed
to look at your face every
waking day. My angel asleep,
oblivious to worries
of old men.
I eagerly await you
rouse from your slumber,
hold you in my arms, hug you
take you for our morning sstroll,
greet the sun, show you
the cars, the trees,
the flowers and the bees
you are the fruit of my fruit,
blood of my blood,
my Prince Ali, who shall inherit
my passion, my dreams,
my art and my heart.
After your morning bath,
we sit on the couch
in front of the tv.
watch as the Prince
enter Jasmine's kingdom
"with golden camels
fifty three peacocks
exotic-type mammals"
Then we turn to Moana,
wonder how far she would go
as she holds the heart of Tafiti
In her hands while I hold yours
and you, mine.
I imagine the two of us taking
a magic carpet ride to
see a whole new world
or we can take a boat
riding the waves heralded by Maui
Across the seas . .
I just can’t wait to take you to places,,
watch you grow your wings
help build the trellis in your mind
where your memories shall crawl
from your heart
Alas, I wake up this morning
you are no longer there
waking up to a strange land
acquiring a tongue totally
unknown to me.
Lolo Pogi
Lolo Pogi
