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.
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.
Walk the dog with the dog lace
Enjoying the windy breeze on a park
Passing by a lane
A kitten appears
Appear to poke fun of the dog
Fuming with anger
The dog chases it
It runs and runs
The dog’s master is pulled
Pulled by the
The huge hairy police dog!
Running after
Chasing after
His dad
I’m pulled by him
Him who is
Running after
Chasing after
His dad!
Inspiration On: Thursday, 11 April 2013 from 9:43pm to 10:03pm
Half naked
After urine
Use one palm
Touches
Sticking
Urine smell to
His dad
Marking
His dad
Dad belongs to him
Like
A dog
Urinates to
The pole
A dog that
Urinates to
Lamp post
Marking
Its territory
Territory belongs to it.
Inspiration On: Friday, 15 March 2013 at 10:24am
This happened in the morning when my son wasn’t wearing his pants, only with his clothes on. Upon seeing his dad, he suddenly touched the lower part of his body then touches his hand onto his dad. He told me that our son was like a dog, which marks its territory with its urine.
Tags: Chronology, Memory, Simile, Thirty, Two, 32, Months, Toddler, Rhyme, Rhythm, Dog, Urine, Pee, Smell, Mark, Territory, Dad, Lamp, Post
Snatch!
Snatching something from a pocket!
A lollipop in his right palm.
Dad guffaws
Toddler whimpers with hands on air
Dad returns lollipop
Toddler swiftly drop it
Into his pocket.
Sticking in his right palm
Into his pocket
Stern look
Wary look
To guard
His precious lollipop
As he holds his dad’s big palm with his left palm.
Sticking in his right palm
Into his pocket
Stern look
Wary look
Guarding his precious lollipop
Throughout our journey home
Throughout the journey paths
As we walk home.
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 12 March 2013 at 12:15am
In the mall, my husband bought our son two lollipops after our dinner. My toddler gave one lollipop to me then he kept the last one to himself. His dad asked him for his portion. My son asked back the lollipop from me. But his dad didn’t want and chose to pick his portion. He made fun of our son causing him to whimper wanting his lollipop back. The second circumstance occurred until we reached home.
As sticky as a sticker
Sticky body with
Sticky hands
Sticky neck
It is
The leftover of
A dried perspiration.
As sticky as a glue
Sticking his body parts
Sticking his hands
Onto me
Onto his dad
So sticky like a glue
Such a pungent smell
Enough to faint you
With crossed eyes.
Inspiration On: Sunday, 24 February 2013 at 1:44pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 25 February 2013 at 12:26am
Refusing to brush his teeth;
Feet sticking to the wall;
Arms onto grandma’s bed.
Helper shouts for his dad’s help.
His dad enters grandma’s room
With a dark face
Nearing him . . .
Brooh! Brooh! Brooh!
Saliva onto his dad’s face
IMPOLITE!
Hand is going to slap!
But . . .
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Repetitively
Avoid his slapping hand.
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Continuously
Avoid his slapping hand again.
Stop his butt and . . .
SLAP!
Mouth turns downward
Sad . . .
Holding his tears.
He is sorry.
His dad returns to his room;
Downward mouth turns upward
Grinning!
Inspiration On: Saturday, 2 February 2013 at 12:02am
After I reached home from attending self-publishing workshop, my mother and helper reported to me of my toddler’s second mischief. So the above inspiration was birthed forth. During the swaying of butt, my helper laughed until her stomach pain.
Dry your hair.
Sit here.
Play with me.
Take this.
For you.
Mum carries the groceries;
Dad carries me.
[Offering Grand-Uncle a cup of tea]
[Waited for him to finish sipping]
[Wear him his cap then wear mine]
Please accompany me to playground.
[Pull uncle’s hand]
Sit on the floor.
Let’s play Lego.
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 22 January 2013 at 7:15pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 23 January 2013 at 1:11am
During dinner, my toddler told me to dry my hair because of wet hair after shower. Knowing my limitation not being able to carry him, he suggested me to carry the groceries so that his dad can carry him. My husband answered him that his hands were full while I held his hand. My cousin who stayed a few nights in my house were requested to accompany him to play and even bring his playground. The above inspirations are written from his voice and point of view.
| 蜘蛛爬到我头上 蜘蛛爬到我身上 蜘蛛爬到我手上 蜘蛛爬到我手掌上 蜘蛛对我微笑 蜘蛛跟我打招乎。。。在我手上， 蜘蛛单脚跳行 蜘蛛姚动 蜘蛛跳舞 蜘蛛唱歌。 然后， 蜘蛛塘子 蜘蛛说晚安 然后， 蜘蛛睡觉。 |
Spider crawls onto my head Spider crawls onto my body Spider crawls onto my hand Spider crawls onto my palm Spider grins to me Spiders waves hi to me . . .On my palm, Spider hops Spider sways Spider dances Spider sings. Later on, Spider lays his body on my palm Spider waves goodnight Finally, Spider goes to sleep with blanket. |
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 19 December 2012 at 7:15pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 25 December 2012 at 3:04am
The two spiders with a long rounded body insect stuck outside my window. Yesterday and today, they still stopped on the same spot. At first, I thought they were inside my window and were alive. Upon touching it, it was confirmed my assumption was wrong. Then I abruptly closed my window to prevent them from entering my house and bite my toddler. Today, I thought those insects had died so I called my helper bringing my toddler to observe and learn new vocabulary. Afterward, she confirmed those insects were alive. They moved when they were caught with tissue.
My toddler spoke to his dad about his imagination, “蜘蛛走在我头上，蜘蛛走在我手上。” It sounded very poetic to me and my imaginations began to run wild.
With feet rested onto mattress
Two hands on floor; inhaling, exhaling heavily
Head rolls up and down.
Inspiration On: Saturday, 15 December 2012 at 12:38am
Revised On: Sunday, 15 December 2012 at 12:17pm
Upon entering my dad’s room, my toddler imitated my dad who was doing push up. This birthed out the above haiku. It is a very funny sight.
Yoshiko 