Kick The Air

At the kitchen
Kick the air
Sandals fly
Landed onto
Table

On the bed
Kick the pillow
Pillow flies over
Landed onto
Grandma’s face

At the living room
Kick the air
Shoes fly over
Landed onto
Poor crying floor

Kick the air
Kick the air
Kick and kick


Inspiration On: Friday, 12 July 2013 from 10:48pm to 10:55pm

My son loves in my mother’s room. Nowadays, he tends to kick the air to remove his shoes and sandals. While he was drinking milk on her bed, he kicked the pillow and it fell onto his grandma’s face.

After The End Of The Day

After the mid of the day
The sun wave goodbye
The moon takes over.

After the end of the day
The tidied table turns into
Messy table.
A table filled with toys.

After the end of the day
The neat floor turns into
Messy floor.
Floor covered with torn papers and toys.

After the end of the day
He needs to tidy his toys;
He needs to throw papers to recycle bin;
He brushes his teeth;
He changes to pyjamas;
He travels to a dream world
With a smile during sleep.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 23 January 2013 at 1:25am
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 24 January 2013 at 3:46pm

Nothing Can Deter

Despite of warnings, disapprovals, and scolding,
Nothing . . .
Nothing can deter his curiosity.
Without any sense of danger,
Curiosity that may kill the cat,
Chasing after him
Stopping him from:

Opening the fridge door numerous times,
Turning on the oven knob twice,
Running around under the tables,
Climbing and sitting on the chairs,
Slapping the hot tea cup and it splashes onto the floor,
Holding a ceramic cup on tables,
Pressing the computer’s button.


Inspiration On: Friday, 4 January 2012 at 10:30pm
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 6 January 2012 at 2:23pm

It all began when my mother reinforced such behaviours again. She gave in to my son whenever he whined. My helper helped me in cleaning my wardrobe, dressing table, and the drawers in my room. My mother willingly took care of my thirty months old toddler. The cleaning commenced from yesterday and today. Oh, he couldn’t listen to an instruction with first warnings. Sometimes I wonder why does my mum listens and gives in to his whining. When I was young, that is not the case.

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.