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Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
I could not count the cost
of all your faces, your moods-
that present that I lost.
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Somewhere, sometime, you were Wounded
Maybe as early as infancy when you were denied
All the essentials of the bonding experience
Perhaps the wounds were inflicted
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Back From Beauteous Normandy….
I still remember the light blue skies
touches the bright seablue horizon
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One of a kind this cheerful sound
A child's laughter wherever it's found
From the giggling of a baby in a playpen
To the laughter of a toddler again and again
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Like a toddler taking maiden steps
The narrow stream moves through the woods
Tripping and falling over pebbles and boulders
Chiming its silver anklets
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Silly girl with your head in the clouds,
When will your feet touch the ground?
You're childish and living in fantasyland,
You may not be mentally sound;
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(Lines written spontaneously after seeing the photo of the body of a little Syrian boy washed up on the beach of Bodrum, a Turkish resort town, as the family were trying to escape by boat to Greece. Tragedy of the 5 year old Syrian Civil War.3rd September 2015)
The little boy
(A Kurdish toddler
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Baby
Like flowers reaching for Sun, baby sucks ma's breast.
Petals open kissed by light, baby smiles content.
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'Did you know..? '
says ALICE
'...that Lacie is a
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On a cool night
a full moon
inspects toddler's toys
strewn across the yard
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When a young brilliant mind
Focuses on his passion,
Thinks deeply,
Contemplates on his subject,
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The Real Vincent Van Gogh
here speaks the truth
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A cup of tea, some soda bread,
Would you take some milk and sugar, friend?
Sit here by the fireside
And share with me the daylights end.
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In the hangover of the dawn late after the sunrise
the breeze silent like it is asleep
like the hush in a toddler’s cradle
quiet is the approaching afternoon
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Wrapped around in my swaddling clothes,
I saw her bright beaming face.
Lying helpless, still in a trance,
I sensed her soft soothing touch.
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Screeching tires
Halting onlookers
Camaraderie
Is dubious
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"Mother" ..by.. Nadia . Umber. Lodhi.
God..created..world, . so ..beautiful,
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Dr Einstein loved children but what an irony!
He never could enjoy the presence of
His own children along with him during his life time.
They remained far away and distant from him.
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A toy locomotive
fresh red paint
on it’s wooden boiler
waits on time for completion.
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Petals fall, wheels roll
How swift is the flight of time
Lifting the veil of my translucent memory
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ታድቼ stern like his dad maybe more how exasperating, ያውም ከሙሊ ጋር hadn't worn off at decade sixth, ቢያ! ቢያ! ቢያ! አዬ accommodating personality unwavering, her love kept family together none of us value her worth, last night screamed at Nawa I did still feel bad, my space forever playroom offsprings of siblings unwind at, cheeky boy kept turning light on and off caught red handed, isn't he past toddler stage that single man army? guess not, ግንቦት የማርያም ልደት enthused Pom your dad's too sweet niece, comparing Nawa Namo Nati Ezu cracking up watching fallen man, Maffy displayed trending moves taking cue Hawii browses, nope adults left annual አድባር dinner crestfallen, outdoor event ruined downpour from two sky son of ancestor, mom delivered best cuisine curbed unbecoming conduct of partner
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This wall of iron that gaps not only yard
And ends the marks of feet to other part,
That burns the family-thread to ash, to end
The brother's brotherly mild panic feel,
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Experiencing the seventh heaven
In learning the notes of my fav tune,
A quick savant in some facets,
A slow toddler in other respects,
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Bri's intro poem:
I HAD an introduction poem. I just had it yesterday.
But NOW I no longer see one! The Devil's in my way! !
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not filling the blanks
a boy is singing a song of love
a toddler is walking straight on the bridge
just emptiness of no-I moment
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Grandmum And Her Toddler Grandson At Cherbourg Beach….
when climbing the rocky hills
Wow! There are certainly specific sensations
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Back From Beauteous Normandy….
I still remember the light blue skies
touches the bright seablue horizon
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