Old Memories

Old Memories
Old memories are returning
Younger days
Childhood days
Playful days
Fun days
Hobby days
Laughter days
Am I returning to a child?
Why do everyone treats me like a child?


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 28 October 2015 at 9:15pm

Today, I am late by half an hour for the part-time admin job. I thank the Lord and appreciate my supervisor who is so concerned to tell me to leave by 5pm because she doesn’t want me to be locked in the office. Then she gently explain to me to inform her if I have problem reaching office by 8:30am. During performing my duties, I feel so calm and remember my childhood days. Why is my life restarting?

Mobile Phone Camera

Facing camera lens of mobile phone
Fingers brush over golden dyed hair
Tidying his hairstyle
To look cool and presentable

Mirror is frozen at home
As mirror sleeps waiting
The return of its owner
Lonely of its master’s touch

Old things are cast aside and discarded
New stuff constantly goes along
Until it fades into old and rusty
With another new one replaces its current status


Inspiration On: Monday, 16 September 2013 from 10:34am to 10:42am

A man was sitting beside me looking at himself using his iPhone camera lens as mirror to tidy his hair. This intrigues me to write poetry then second stanza enters my imagination with third stanza is my conclusion.

Eager Mini-Helper

A plastic bag full of papers
Willingly to throw onto
The stacks of old newspapers
Pulling out pieces of paper
Stack it up onto the newspapers
My helper needs my intervention
Specifically intervene his task
Stack the plastic bag onto
The stacks of old newspapers
Will do


Inspiration On: Friday, 7 June 2013 at 9:45pm
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 9 June 2013 at 2:31pm

I was clearing the documents and removing those older ones. My family have the habit to keep paper and dispose it at the appropriate place. My son loves to help around.

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.

The Turtle’s Eyes

The turtle’s eyes is so big
The turtle’s eyes is very big
The turtle’s eyes is extremely big
The turtle is scary
The turtle is scaring me
I am scared of the turtle
I am fearful of the turtle
I am frightened of the turtle.
NO! NO! NO!
I don’t want to see it.


Inspiration On: 24 December 2012 at 10:30pm

My toddler reported to me his worst event of bring startled and frightened by my turtle. Then I revised it putting myself in his shoes.

Please Refer to A Large Eyes Green Turtle.

A Large Eyes Green Turtle

Once,
An object of cuteness amongst my school
Now,
An object of fear frightens my toddler.

A large eyes green turtle.

I am aghast.
I am speechless.
Why?
Why?


Inspiration On: 24 December 2012 at 10:21pm

During my studies in my art school, I sculpted a cute clay, turtle with Manga type big eyes. In the school, my sculpted turtle received cute appraisals from my lecturers and classmates. Shockingly, my toddler is fearful of it. This rendered me aghast and speechless.

Please refer to Mischievous.

Toddler & Koala

Hands clasp onto the tree with its claws
Legs clasp onto the tree with its claws
As claws clasp tightly onto the bark of the tree.
It is a KOALA!

Hands clasp onto the neck with fingers
Legs clasp onto the waist with toes
As fingers and feet clasp tightly around the neck and waist of hisĀ father.
A TODDLER!

My toddler is like a koala.


Inspiration On: Monday, 24 December 2012 at 9pm

Whenever my husband carries our toddler, he clasps onto my husband tightly unwilling to walk and afraid of something.

Hiding

Hiding under chairs
Hiding under tables
Hiding under the television rack
Hiding under his cot
Hiding under the dressing table
Hiding behind the doors
Hiding at the corner
Hiding in the wardrobe
Hiding his head into the blanket
Hiding behind the curtains
Hiding and hiding
Hiding baby
Hiding Toddler
Hide.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 23 December 2012 at 12:08am
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 24 December 2012 at 4:32pm

Whenever and wherever he sees a hole, he loves to enter and hide in it.