One Day When I Was Born

Dad celebrated my life, with a resounding cheer--- wishing that the great orb would always shine on me. Mom maintained her posture, holding gently her treasure she said, in hushed voice, “Oh yes, it will.” And so it is, there is his giant orb, smiling. I feel its golden touch, leading me ever warmer to the beginning of my morrow; I uttered not a word thou, I smiled and stare at them. What a joy! “Honey, come on--- let us walk him our ways as we cherish our olden days,” mom said. “Gee, I remember well--- the day when the first cockcrow met the dusk I sung you my old song, “All I Wanted To See”--- your favorite, in a soft falsetto,” he recalled her. I know I’ll live longer; their love never grows dim. They’ll have a Korean tea, in the morn, at the swing garden whilst I content myself watching them, intimately sharing more times, ere they part and confront the cares of day. “Give me, O give me your morning kiss once more--- feel your sensual, fiery lips and keep it inside me; hold my hand and say you love me. See, the wind ripples your bluebells, as I whisper you the echo of my heart,” he said. She replied, “Hmm, kiss me, O kiss me--- morning, afternoon, night, for as long as you like ‘cos that makes me feel young and pretty---full of life. Let me be yours, forever!” …One day when I was born, I saw two love-birds…