Being in his dad’s carry
Outstretch his body to hug me closely
We swiftly carefully leaving lift
A cute sweet baby boy
Hugging me wishing warmth from my hug
Reminiscing infanthood in my embrace
His dad holds him strongly
He clings onto my neck grappling strongly
Looking like train track line
Inspiration On: Monday, 29 July 2013 at 10:43pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 30 July 2013 at 12:05am
This event occurred while we returned home from a nearby mall for a walk.
Milk! Milk! Milk!
I want milk!
I need milk!
Inspiration On: Thursday, 18 July 201: at 10:52pm
My helper brought the soluble milk bottle into my room. My toddler’s eyes sparkle. My son loves and like milk. Without milk, he can’t sleep. This is the regular routine. Surprisingly, rhythmic words birth out.
Spray! Spray!
Spray water
Onto floor
STEP! STEP!
Stepping the
Drops of water
On the floor
Giggle at his
Footprint on
Drops of water
On the floor
Inspiration On: Saturday, 13 July 2013 from 11:13am to 11:15am
My toddler abruptly took a sprayer and sprayed onto the floor. This astonished me. Then he stepped on it and happy with his footprints. Oh, itchy fingers. My dad scolded him and I told him to stop playing and finish his milk.
Playing power game
Toddler refuses to let grandma in
The grandma
SCOLDs him
THROWs angrily
Toy cup to him
But he AvOiDs
She SHOUTs
Bam the table
Talking badly
Grandpa SCOLDs her
For throwing cups to baby
She picks a FIGHT
Oh no!
Grandma SHOUTS
This is my house
He replies
This is my house
Quarrelling
Bickering
Fights
Bam the table
She quarrels
With his other grandma
Grandma from mother
She shouts
With everyone
Emotions get over her
Daughter in law
Unexpectedly, first time
Daughter in law SHOUTs back
Asking her to STOP
Quarrelling
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 July 2013 from 11:09am to 11:57am
Oh, the quarrels and commotion. A headache story where my friend confided with me asked me to write poetry based on her family’s situation. So this poetry is dedicated to my friend. This story is based on my friend’s story with a toddler who loves to play power game with everyone in the family to stop from entering house. It is just a power play game. Normally, his parents and grandparents play along. Later on, he let them in. Unexpectedly, the grandma from dad’s side took it to heart and lashed out at the son. Take anything from the floor and threw at him, but thank God the thing is thrown away.
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing can replace her
Someone…
Someone
Whom I long to see
Whom I long to meet
But never have the chance.
Papers of memory are
All I have.
Memories of her
Captured in photo.
She is my sister
My eldest sister
Whom I long to see
Whom I long to meet
Whom I long
Deep within my heart.
Living with such memory
Living with such longing
Hoping that the Lord
Will let me see her
One day.
People and relatives
Label me
Identify me
As the sister
Of the three years-old girl
Who died in a car accident.
But my sister is irreplaceable.
She is irreplaceable.
Irreplaceable
In my family’s hearts.
Inspiration On: Sunday, 24 February 2013 from 1:17pm to 11:20pm
The movie ‘The Lovely Bones’ triggered my buried longing and moved me to tears. Watching the movie made me think that though my dad didn’t show his grievances, he still thinks of my eldest sister. My dad’s employee bragged that he could drive. So he drove my dad’s car into the house backyard recklessly. My eldest sister was playing at the backyard with my mum. Tragedy occurred as the car crashed onto the cupboard then it pressed hard onto her. Everything happened very fast. My mother was grieved. During her mourning for months then she conceived me and comforted.
No wonder I can’t write eldest sister in my narration during my school days.
Cycling on the road
Accident may occurs anytime
Cycling on pedestrian footpath
Furious pedestrians reluctantly to give way
Why is the cyclist face with the dilemma to cycle on the road or on pedestrian foothpath?
Why is it unfair for the cyclists?
Cyclists are also taxpayers
Though not as prosperous as car drivers.
Why the government build road?
Why the government build pedestrian footpath?
Why the governments refuse to build more cyclist path?
In the past, the road was full of cyclists.
But now, the road belongs to the car and motorbike drivers.
Does the country want to have
Treasure of contentment?
Treasure of happiness?
Treasure of satisfaction?
Or
Treasure of dollars?
Treasure of world war three?
Treasure of stresses?
Treasure of depression?
Treasure of anger?
Treasure of suicides?
Treasure of reckless drivers?
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 22 February 2012 at 6:40pm
Revised On: Thursday, 23 February 2012 at 1:23am
As I was pondering about the current society and compare it with the agricultural era, a lot of things are replaced tremendously. People depends more on machines and put less emphasize on manual labour. Farmers and livestock rearing are considered living in a backward society. I don’t think so. Without them, how will we have food to eat? Why do we look down on them? They are living an honest living. Though physically they are healthier than us, they seem to care for one another. In an urban society, we use a lot of mental energy to design and develop machines to aid us and leave the work of developing the machines to the one who has more physical strength. In the end, we are lack of physical fitness. But another type of machines is developed to make us exercise. Isn’t it a funny situation? We start to cut down eating carbohydrates, oil, sugar, salt, and many other things. Some doesn’t dare to eat too much until some becomes anorexic. Don’t our bodies need exercise?
Yoshiko 