Child, Child Poem by john tiong chunghoo

the spot that never fazes
mom's youthful lullaby
stars denude me
twinkle, twinkle
mom's clear smile
baby floater dances
tears for late grandma
her plea at each bath
floater propelled by
little cutie hands
that never counted
the wonderful years
days of chuckles
twinkles, floaters, bubbles
carefree and cool wind,
onion peels,
the clouds dawdle
at the glittering night
years and days
sit on sedimented years
melted by one glittering star
between the clouds
unfolding days
when an answer
equals a question
between the twinkling of stars

inspired by

Child
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate -
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.
Sylvia Plath