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Wednesday 26 September 2018

Poem: To my first born



As I look down at my protruding belly
signs of being stretched and skin like jelly
there's a brown line separating at half
inside was your first home
and I find myself missing
feeling those kicks of your tiny feet
and wondering how you will look like

As I look over the belly,
there's a thin, straight, surgical line
through which you were born into this world
It looks small to me now,
but something amazing came out of that scar
Still I keep wondering
why it had to happen like that

I've waited days, weeks, months
to finally see you; though the waiting
seemed long and never-ending
it took just a few moments to hold you close

Let me not forget your littleness
the tiny fingers that wrap strongly around mine
the little toes already eager to run
and how your head full of hair
fits perfectly into the palm of my hand
and I don't want the feeling to let go

You start to discover the world surrounding you
with your hands and feet, one kick or stretch at a time
a rainbow of branches spreading on the sky
you float away in every direction
with each new heartbeat
like an eagle you wait your time
to discover new heights

On a small thread of hope we build dreams
like castles; one thing about time is true,
it moves fast and forward
My finger touches your belly button
connecting us - can't understand
why anyone would let the connection die
or not appreciate this miracle of life
which we all are.

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 You know, when you make plans and deadlines? Well, it rarely goes as planed. I've had my mind set to write more, but I have a feeling the most productive years are behind me, at least for some time. You think you know how it will feel, but you have no idea. All the feelings and emotions that go on through your mind... but through it all, you love your child and always want to make it better for them than it was for you. To make their lives better and more meaningful. And you wish you could've made more with the time you had, but all we have is now. And to be honest, as everyone knows, now is the most important time.

Sunday 7 January 2018

Poem: Dancer in the dark


you're a dancer in the dark
not knowing what and who you will become
floating in the ocean like an astronaut
pieces of stardust flowing through your blood
of a story that started long before knowing
like ripping out a page, burning it to dust
and let wind to take its meaning
what you're here to endure will be revealed along the path
we're here to hold our sadness to each his own
but may you not follow what others will lay out for you
may you look yourself in the mirror and recognize
your true self looking back at you
others will force their expectations upon you
and deep inside you'll know you won't be able to achieve them
being contradictory and ever-changing
which may leave you confused and wishing for something
to fit into an idea not yours
the thing is though, most people have no idea
leading a safe life in order to survive
don't be busy with living or days will pass you by
leave you empty yearning for something more
don't force too much of yourself, or if you do, ignite!
dive into the flame and keep it burning
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