My Children
I was a boy, a child of 18 years,
You came home into the world made me a man,
And now I’m working hard just to be there,
This separation is simply unfair.
I never knew how much I’d love you both,
I thought I could be strong without you there,
I lost you that was when I realised,
How much I miss the sunshine in your eyes.
Your hair, I want to stroke it all the time,
Your skin, I want to feel it close to me,
There’s nothing in the world that I want more,
Than my children to know that I adore.
I love you both and that is just the truth,
There’s nothing that will ever come between,
My love for you will never cease to grow,
My love has more colours than a rainbow.
Anything, everything, just ask. You are my life and I love you.
“Mind your own Business!!”
By:.Peter Neendoor
Darling child, borne
in lawful love
and born beloved,
comes of age, turns around,
and nonchalantly says,
“Mind your own business.”
Late nights and phone calls
a room a world in its own
align the inquiring youth
to zero - gravity possibilities;
and the internet's wide window
on the brave new world brings
a free spirit serenading love.
The parents ask, “what is this?”
“Mind your own business.”
They wait with love
and prayers for the child
to wake up and say
something more filial.
Will the precious son,
jailed for illegal drugs,
growl to the parents visiting,
“Mind your own business?”
Could dearest daughter, giving birth
to an accidental child
in unmentionable shame,
point to someone and say,
“That is the baby’s father?”
or still shout at her chaste mother,
“Mind your own business?.”