Sunday, 7 August 2016

That Day

That Day

This is the day, the day it comes:
The day that second, that brings these tears
Writes these words, takes all my strength
Repeats in this world.

This is the day I see your face,
Empty, unmoving – your face but not you.
It’s the day I let real in my heart
A burden too great, a thought too hard,
Until it comes with pained reverence
- That second

I remember the moment - it killed me too.
Took from me what I’d never know
Stole memories old and new. 
Removed my life to a place we never shared
But nothing waited, nothing cared.

The water boiled and the sun went down.
Flowers grew, watered with tears
- An incessant rain that taps on my heart
Like the sound of a clock that never stopped...
Not even for a second. That second,
This one.

Wednesday, 3 August 2016

Mother's Commute

Mother’s Commute

Look at me Mama!
- I’m looking at my phone
But I want you to look at me
- Stop distracting me please
Can I see? Whatcha doing?
- I said, don’t touch.

Look at me Mama!
- I just got a message
Who is it? For me?
- It’s private, don’t do that.
Can I tell you something Mama?
- I’m busy, don’t speak

Look at me Mama!
- I’m talking to someone
Can you talk to me now?
- Only when I’m done
School was fun today
- Good, now don’t move.

Do you love me Mama?
- Of course I do.
Will you look at me now?
- I see you child, but I’m busy
Ok Mama but…
- But what I’m –

I’m all grown up now.