A speeding bicycle passes by
Very close to him
Whole body suddenly trembles
Heart missed a beat
Swiftly hugs me
Hug him back
Comforting
And
Continue
Our walk home.
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 20 March 2013 at 12:14am
As my husband, my son and I were on our way home, a cyclist passed by swiftly. It was a startling moment for my toddler because the bicycle passed by close to him. Poor baby boy. The events were expressed in poetry as stated above. Even I was shocked also.
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.
Touching the table
Tapping the table
Smacking the table loudly
Leaning against the wall
Leaning against the table
Causing it to creak and slide backward
Leaning against the opened door
And almost fall
Let me go and off
Climbing the window grill
Climbing up and down
Climbing left and right
As I watch in fear
In fear of his safety
But burst of laughter
Is his response to me
Pushing the chair to the door
Climbing the chair
Hand reaching to the door knob
And the door is opened
Grinning upon accomplishing it
Leaping from the chair
And run to my embrace
Astonished by his action.
Running around the living room
Running around the bed side
Running around the library
Running around the mall
Observing a twirling spectacle display
Spinning round and round while holding my hand
Upon reaching home
Kicks in the air
Swinging his legs in the air
And off the sandals out of his feet
One drop onto my head
One landed my spouse’s face
Knocking grandma’s room door
Wanting to enter her room
No response
Banging the door
The door is opened
Enter her room swiftly
Press the door lock at the knob
But, he can’t unlock due to his height
Before sleep
In the cot
Twirl his body
A somersault occurs
Finally, the active baby
Falls asleep in the
Small lit room
With music.
Oh, I am in peace.
Peace has returned to the house.
Everyone is at peace.
A peaceful atmosphere.
Inspiration On: Saturday, 16 June 2012 at 9:40pm
Revised On: Thursday, 21 June 2012 at 1:23am
An observation of my active toddler who is going to reach two years old, the above inspiration is birthed out and penned down. In the paragraph “Upon reaching home”, his sandals drop onto the floor. Though I depict it landed onto my head and my husband’s face, it occurs in the realm of my imagination in order to make it funnier.
A lady aspire to concern of her parents
However, parents push her to marriage
Thus, she obliges
In marriage, she must take care of both husband and newborn
And not to forget, her job
Nevertheless, parents whine not spending enough time with them.
Though she aspires to take care of her parents
Financially and spending time with them,
There seems to be endless tasks
As the clock continuously tick
No freezing of time
How contradicting of her parents
The lady is sandwiched between parents, husband, and baby
Parents-in-law also whines of their son
How contradicting of her parents-in-law
The lady is sandwiched between husband and parents-in-law.
Burn-out occurs.
Oh, that is why
Some choose celibacy.
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 16 May 2012 at 1:11pm and 3pm
Revised On: Monday, 21 May 2012 at 1pm
Though my parents stay with me, I can’t seem to have time for myself. There seems to be numerous and endless tasks to make sure the house is neat, tidy, and in proper order. Not just taking care of newborn child and doing my freelance work. I have been trying to balance the time and in the end, my body sometimes burns out even though I engage a helper.
Yoshiko 