I don’t remember much about when I was born But I know you took care of me all day long I see photos of me making mess after mess Mother, when ever did you get any rest? I’m glad you’re my mother and I’m glad I’m your child I’m sorry if sometimes I act way too wild but I know …
Read More »M-O-T-H-E-R
Sung to the tune of I’iv Been Working on the Railroad Kind of? M — is for the million things she gives me O — means only that she’s soft to hold T — for the things she tries to teach me H — is for her heart of purest gold E — for her eyes with love light shining …
Read More »Monument – Vivek Narayanan
It stands immobile, Fender bent around bulge, steel twined into flesh, horn locked into fender. Both, supine. A buffalo curled dead into a truck’s dented front. ∼ Vivek Narayanan
Read More »Months in the Year – Sanjay Ahluwalia
January, February, March, The cold is harsh. April, May, June, Summer will be over soon. July, August, September, Rain we love to remember. October, November, December, Time to take out coat & furs. ∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia
Read More »Meet The Platypus
I am a duck-billed platypus— A very curious creature! My fur is brown, my nose is flat— My most important feature! My tail’s flat, too; my toes are webbed; I live beside the water. I lay two eggs below the ground, And hatch my son and daughter. I mainly feed on snails and worms, And underneath the river I dig …
Read More »March
In March the wind just blows a gale, And whisks the leaves o’er hill and dale. It turns the clouds quite inside out, And tosses branches round about. The early lambs they kick and play, And gambol and jump the live-long day. Their mothers look anxiously around, In case their babies can’t be found! And now the winter’s nearly through, …
Read More »Lucy Ladybird
I’m Lucy the Ladybird. You’d never guess, I had four little wings, Hidden in my red dress, Unless you should see me Flying away, Some day in the garden, When you’re out at play. ∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke
Read More »Love Poem
Last night I made a man out of pillows and forgotten fragments of clothes we’d pushed into my drawers. I held my pillow-man’s hand and made sure he wasn’t too warm because it is summer; I’m on the second floor; and that was always your biggest complaint. This morning I tried to shower but would turn off the water and …
Read More »Love It
I feel your hands in my hair. I feel your breath on my neck. I feel your body pressed so close to mine. I feel your lips on my throat. I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine. I feel you and I love it. I hear you say you love …
Read More »Love Is
Love is when you care more about someone else’s happiness than your own, You would do anything for them, You’d rather be with them than anyone else in the world, You would die so they could live, When you lose them it feels like you lose yourself, They’re the only thing you can ever think of, You never even dream …
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