You were a king of brightness
after a flip of a child's hand.
You haunted every roach
dashed by stream of lightning.
Moths and flies were your guests
tabooed, only peeking at the window fence.
Like a traffic controller
directing the flies of pen and ink,
and a train conductor driving
the train of thought on a given track.
When your eyes closed as you sat
you were a night owl in meditation.
Singing a lullaby with sound of silence
a best nanny to keep a baby accompanied.
You recorded what you heard
when a teenager chatted on iPod
and won't tell a thing
just respect her privacy.
When mom and dad fought
you said their prayer for helps.
A thief came in to steal, for his hush-hush
you offered your body for him to crush.
Lost everything you have
all that for a peace of mind.
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