Typing

Type! Type! Type!
Typing fingers
Fingers type onto every cube
Cubes labelled with letters
Letters on cubes
Cubes labelled with symbols
Symbols on cubes
Cubes arranged in a fashion
Glued onto
A piece of rectangle board


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 18 June 2013 at 4:29pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 20 June 2013 at 12:32am

Oh I love the library. This picture inspiration came as I was reading wordpress comments and busy replying as I typed on the laptop keyboard. This began with, “type type type” and the remaining words flowed out upon revisit this twice.

Buried Longing

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing can replace her
Someoneā€¦
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.

Smoke Out Of Dinosaur’s Mouth

Puff! Puff!
Smoke puffs out of a dinosaur toy.
Oh, it will need water
Or else
It will be on fire.

Run
RUN
RUN to bathroom.
WATER.
Water, water.
Bucket under the tap water
Open the tap water
Then closes it.

Run
RUN
RUN to smoky dinosaur toy.
Pour
POUR
POUR the pail of water onto
The smoky dinosaur toy.
SPLASH!

It will be well now.
Place it onto the floor.
Press its button.
OH! It doesn’t operate anymore.
It doesn’t operate anymore.
It doesn’t operate . . .
It doesn’t . . .
It . . .
. . .


Inspiration On: Sunday, 27 January 2013 at 6:17pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 28 January 2013 at 3:23pm

My mother in law shared about my husband’s eldest brother when he was young. The above poetry is an inspiration from the actions his eldest brother did to his own toy. In addition, I put myself in his point of view in order to understand him as a toddler. Most of the time, different toddlers are unique and distinct. And most are being misunderstood by the adults and label them who are the naughtiest. Now, my brother in law is an electrician and he can repair any household things.