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He becomes too big
To sit on my lap,
He runs too fast
To catch him
And stroke his
Little cheeks,
He turns into a bird
Gradually
Wishing to explore the world
That opens
In front of his eyes,
I’m afraid
Of losing him.
28/12/23
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The poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at King Cross Library, Halifax
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He looks at me
Rolling a blueberry in his tiny fingers
Not being aware, it might drop on the floor,
Not knowing that his mum might burst into a scream of horror
He smiles and laughs,
And shakes his legs.
His eyes are as deep brown as the blueberry
In his fingers
Attached to my rainy clouds coloured eyes
To secure his safety,
He cannot get anywhere else
In this everlasting blue universe.
11/05/24
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This poem is dedicated to my mother-in-law.
Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK, The Love of Poetry and Writers Help Writers on 06/09/24.
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She is washing the little boy
With love warm water,
Boy does not cry,
He plays with a showerhead in the bath
And smiles at his grandma,
With soft movements
She massages shampoo into the boy’s bright hair
And rubs his body with shower gel
There is no rush
She clings to the moment
The boy is still a child.
16/06/24
Robots
Robots
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‘Robots!’ He shouts
And stretches his hands towards me
For his safety,
I pick up and hug my boy,
We have to escape as far as we can,
His little hands cling firmly around my neck,
His fingers dig deep into my skin,
His dark amber eyes search for robots,
‘Don’t you want to see robots?’ I ask,
He shakes his head in horror,
I carry him away to the bouncing nets,
You are safe here with me,
His mind is still haunted by two gigantic robots,
That came her for nothing more
Then dance.
15/07/24
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Your mum parked her scooter and we came home
Through warm white illuminated streets by street lamps in Beihai
Nine o’clock Thursday night.
You bent down halfway through lifting your hands as high as you could
Behind your back.
And you ran clumsy as fast as you could.
Are you a running chicken? I asked.
You just laughed and I did the same.
Now we both ran along a footpath
And laughed our hearts out.
We waited for your mum to reach us in her steady walk
Her face was thoughtful when she looked at us.
And we ran again
Turning into running chickens on a hot and humid summer night
As if we were Marvel superheroes
Who can turn themselves into whatever they want to be.
25/07/24
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He takes from the ground two tiny tree leaves
And brings them up to the slide,
He laughs pushing tree leaves down the slide
And follows them with his tropical boy eyes,
Now
It’s time for him to get down the slide too.
He turns himself on his tummy and gets down with a joyful scream.
He waits for my reaction.
I smile and say, be careful.
He secures temporary priceless tree leaves in his hands
Before other children can take them
And throws them in the air as high as he can
He seeks for them on the ground
To start everything over again.
03/08/24
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Published on Facebook pages – Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK and The Love of Poetry on 02/09/24.
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When my little boy cries
His tears are true and pure,
His little heart means no harm,
But an innocent joy.
03/08/24
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Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK, The Love of Poetry and Writers Help Writers on 04/09/24.
My heart absorbs your boundless joy of being with us
And it radiates
Passion
To stream its love to you
Endlessly,
Infinite,
Forever.
03/09/24
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