Taffany

Life has not been easy for Taffany. Her “yes” has landed her into a lowly state she hates. Saying yes to her parents to encourage her to marry first when she wishes to find a job. Saying yes to her boyfriend’s marriage proposal. Wedding banquet reveals the array of her beauty to her family, friends and relatives. A year later, her baby is born into this world. Both couples are filled with joy upon seeing the newborn on Tiffany’s hugs.

Grinning with joy, Mill promises to her to enjoy her life with her baby. Her husband promises to be her fertilizer. Those promises seem too good to be true, but she believes it. Instead of helping her to reach to her potential, Mill and her husband desire to control her through abusive words, cutting her low financial allowance and even gang up with his siblings to abuse her. Using their loved toddler as an excuse to divorce her for their own agenda. Mill’s unscrupulous possessiveness led her son’s blindness and downfall. But The ord is not blind. Their secret agenda is exposed to the light. And to their disappointment, Taffany’s parents protect her without her realizing it when she runs away from home. When the gregarious situation is solved, Taffany’s parents rebuke her for pitying Mill and not listening to their warnings to avoid Mill’s evil schemes. Taffany feels stupid.


Written On: 14 November 2014 at 10am

Proofread On: 21 December 2014 at 3:20am

This fiction is written based on a true story of a friend with names are changed to protect their identities. Therefore, I use present tense to depict the reality of life and the pain many women go through. Enjoy!

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Cat, Dog & Baby Mouse

Cat
Waits at the mouse’s hole
Waiting to play with the mouse
Makes fun of the mouse
Poke and itch the mouse
Laughter covers the room
Shouts of help fill the house
Cat laughs at baby mouse’s demise

Dog
Labours the baby mouse
Smells the baby mouse
Cares the baby mouse
Plays with baby mouse
Laughter fills the house
Disciplines baby mouse
Guard baby mouse’s wrong actions
Learning as backbone mother

Mouse
Cute ears pop out
Makes fun of cat
Pokes and itch the cat
With a mischievous smile
Pulls the cat’s hairy legs as the cat changes clothing
Runs around the house
Jumps around the house
Taking off clothing to shower
Showing his sexy naked body with a pose
Misbehaviour turns to obedience once dog appears


Inspiration On: Monday, 4 November 2013 at 11:20pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 5 November 2013 at 2:20am

The cat refers to my husband, dog refers to me, and baby mouse refers to my son. Influenced with the Tom & Jerry cartoon shown by his dad, he keeps on saying he is the mouse, his dad is the cat and I am the dog. Normally, his dad and I notice his cute pop out ears like a mouse’s ears. So I summed up everyone’s perspectives in this poetry. Thanks for reading my poetry and hope you all enjoy this.

Little Explorer

Running around
Jumping around
Climbing doors
Climbing chairs
Climbing drawers
Climbing window grills
Peeling stickers out of toys
Peeling any peel-able stuffs
Plucking out Barbie heads
Dismantling plastic chairs

Turn chairs upside down into a slide
Turn oven knobs until it plucks out
Stamping cute stamps onto bed head
Scratching hair and body
Turning the house into a playground

But
Pats me when I’m sick
Share his biscuits with everyone he loves
Caring those who care him
Caring towards younger babies


Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 10:42pm to 11pm

Even though my 39 months toddler is exploring and meddling around the house, he is a caring and hardworking baby.

Looking For

The minute I left the room
Tap tap tap
Here comes the toddler
Like a magnet
Like a glue
Needing me to accompany him
To brush teeth
To play
To sleep

Knocking grandma’s room
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Knocking bathroom door
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Knocking my room
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”
Peeking into the kitchen
Looking for “Mama, mama”
Looking for “Mummy, mummy”

Tap tap tap
Here comes the toddler
Like a magnet
Like a glue
Needing me to accompany him
To brush teeth
To play
To sleep


Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 1:20am to 4pm

It has been a month for my 39 months toddler sticks like a glue to me to accompany him in everything he does. Therefore, such experience births this poetry and I missed my friends and wordpress friends.

Motherhood

LOUD
STRONG
WAIL
Project out of the delivery room

A baby is born
His first cry
Enter my ears
Cuddle him
Provides warmth

Life with baby seems rough
Giving him full attention
Stay with him while he cries
Connect us with
Love
Affection
Understanding

The more I care him
The more he calms down with my presence
The more he communicates calmly
Though not all the time


Inspiration On: Thursday, 13 June 2013 at 2:18am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 14 June 2013 at 11:37pm

Upon reaching motherhood phase of life, I search through books and attempt to apply it. Some methods are successful, but some methods are not applicable. So I’m still learning and agree with some of the theories.

Jealous Baby Boy

Just a few countable words to grandma
He grabs grandma’s left hand swiftly
His uncle pretends to grab grandma’s right hand
Whining and grabs grandma’s hand stronger
Whining angrily
Impatiently waiting for his uncle to leave grandma
Nobody can replace grandma
Grandma only belongs to him
Grandma is his only
He won’t share her to anyone

Grandma goes out with grandpa
He wailed whiningly
As a sign of disagreement
Grandma only belongs to him
Grandma is his only
He won’t share her to anyone

Instead, he loves his aunt very much
Picks up the telephone
Dial randomly
Speaking imaginatively to his aunt
Anticipating of her visit zealously

On the playground
A toddler older than him hold his dad
He instantly snatches his dad
He disagree instantly for me to be with that toddler
Pissed of that toddler
Target that toddler among others
Whenever that toddler fills the basket with colourful ball
Quietly he presses the button
The button to throw the colourful balls out of the basket
To let that toddler’s collected ball flows out
Repetitively he does so
And continuously does so
Without rest
With a revengeful smile
Oh, that toddler is a boy


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 5 June 2013 At 9:45pm

Seems that my son is jealous of his grandpa and uncle (my younger brother), particularly towards boy and men. He is extremely close to his grandma and loves her the most. That grandma is my mother. He slept beside her from second months to eight months before transferred to his cot. Is this a phase of a toddler’s life? But he is not jealous of my elder sister (his aunt). In fact, he loves her and listens to her more than me.

First to third stanzas are everyday events, but the playground case was the most recent case. I left the playground for toilet after the snatching event. When I returned, I was puzzled of my son to continuously pressed the throw ball button quietly. Upon reaching home, my husband told me what happened when I left the playground for toilet. Though he is a sweet and caring boy, I can’t believe of my son’s jealousy.

Baby Game

Gladly, he smilingly passes
A pillow to me
Analogy as a baby
The baby he wants
Slot into his shirt
Meaning he is pregnant
Then slot it out
Meaning baby births out

Question me how to
Pour in milk powder
With his one and
Only water milk bottle
Going to open it
My response is to
Use imagination to pour
Milk powder into his
Only water milk bottle
Next, he opens his
Water milk bottle to
Feed the baby (pillow)

My mind wonders around
Then question him curiously
Does he want me
To have another baby?
His nods with yes
He wishes to have
A sibling, a sister

Night fills the sky
Two penguins soft toy
Slot into his shirt
Meaning he is pregnant
Then slot it out
Meaning baby births out
Taking water milk bottle
Feed them with his
Only water milk bottle
As the penguins repetitively
Taking turns to be
Slotted in, slotted out
Pregnancy and giving birth
In a continuum process
Letting the baby sleep
On his new bed


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 5 June 2013 from 11:30am to 9:30pm

Beginning his own new game that I never know. As I recalled, he ever questioned how he existed. My reply was he stayed in my stomach then birthed out as a baby and wailed. A few times, he repeated this. Unexpectedly, today, he plays this game and shocks me. And my guess is correct. What do you all think?