If my love were enough...
You would rise with each new dawn
And fly on soundless wings;
Soar high above the earth
Released from Time and Things.
If my love were enough...
We could catch a wave and travel;
Riding on currents, mum and daughter -
To see the beauty and splendour
......
A child is a magical thing.
It breathes air, eats food, and drinks water.
It smiles and knows what it is to be happy.
It cries and knows what it is to be sad.
It enjoys seeing and touching new things,
listening to music, dancing, exploring,
and asking lots of questions.
It’s very curious about the world,
and about what’s right and wrong.
It also loves being touched, and held,
......
A Timeless Birth
I believe that you
existed in me
before this womb, full
of silk fiber hair
and enrobed in fluids
of blood orange and
honey; there is an
unbreakable feel
......
a mother's tale is to love and care
there is laundry everywhere
dishes in the sink
oh no my daughter painted herself pink
fingerprints on the door
oh crap dog poo on the floor
mom, where's my coat?
why do i have one glove?
the bathroom is now a moat
it seems neverending
......
Christ bore what suffering he could and died
a young man, but you waited years to learn
how to heal. Only when you could did you
touch the man whose body blistered for yours.
You posted him no news for sixteen terms,
then just a signed graduation notice.
The letter he wrote that week asked only,
Now that your books are closed, can boys come in?
......
Dear Lecturer,
I really hope this finds you well.
About your students
Be not mean nor unreasonably harsh
Towards them even if they deserve it
For they are more of your future
Than they are your students
Remember, that the child is indeed
The father of the man
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“The Cupboard Light”
It was nearly midnight
when he slipped out of bed,
careful not to wake her.
The house exhaled its silence—
walls warm with sleep,
timber creaking
from the day’s last heat.
......
A Timeless Birth
I believe that you
existed in me
before this womb, full
of silk fiber hair
and enrobed in fluids
of blood orange and
honey; there is an
unbreakable feel
......
A child is a magical thing.
It breathes air, eats food, and drinks water.
It smiles and knows what it is to be happy.
It cries and knows what it is to be sad.
It enjoys seeing and touching new things,
listening to music, dancing, exploring,
and asking lots of questions.
It’s very curious about the world,
and about what’s right and wrong.
It also loves being touched, and held,
......
In the tapestry of life, a beacon so bright,
A mother's love, an eternal light.
Oh, gentle guardian of the midnight moon,
In your embrace, a timeless tune.
In the cradle of your arms, we find solace,
A sanctuary where love has no malice.
With tender whispers, you mend each scar,
A healer, a guide, our North Star.
......