Thieves

The creation of home was a wise concept
But the thieves meandered through
Tipping the balance

Before my defences were mature
They stole something from me
They raided our home

Up I grew
Embracing many pseudos
Sprouting weeds here there

Mother loves
Mother gives
Mother endures
Mother does all

Father strikes
Father demands
Father leaves
Father does nothing

So you see?
They stole something from me
Long before I could say Dada

They made away with his smile and compassion
Eroded his tenderness and commitment
Obscured his interest

They looted for long
But not long enough
For times and seasons happened

The era of knowledge descended
I traced my descent
I rediscovered my origin

What I lacked, grandfather supplied
What they broke, he replaced
What they wounded, he healed

Hedge in place
Balance restored
I bloom like thousand flowers

Dear Future Husband,

Love-seeker
Attention-drawer
Passion-giver
Pleasure-retainer

Void-filler
Dialogue-chaser
Cheer-leader
Morale-booster

Hug-demander
Kiss-giver
Time-spender
Life-nurturer

Memory-holder
Vision-painter
Dream-catcher
Solution-finder

Silent-guider
Loud-supporter
Soul-partner
Great-defender

O̶r̶p̶h̶a̶n̶

Her thoughts lingered on the abandoned child
wailing endearingly on the steps –
another abandoned baaaaby
maybe by a young girl who
danced in a wifely shoe
very much untimely,
or one abused.
Cry no more
baby,
smile.
See
a home
safe haven
far away from
ravenous beings
you are not an orphan
come alive with your siblings
for a just cause, you came to be.
A hopeless child who wailed yesterday
will become tomorrow’s great paradigm!