You are the ones who gave me life, Mom, Dad
You are the ones who held my very first steps
You are the ones who lifted me each time I fell
You were my entire world
One word changed everything
A stranger's claim became the truth there
No one listened to my silence
No one saw my tears
I never ran away, not once
I never bowed my head to shame
I never pleaded to tell my truth
I simply let time be the answer
Even today, your place remains unchanged
My respect for you has never lessened
Yet the trust that was broken
Still lives inside my heart as a wound
May truth reach home one day
May the shadow of falsehood step aside
May I become your son once more
May love never lose — not ever
I am a doctor’s daughter: You go girl!
I am my mother’s (supervising psychiatric social worker) child: You’ve got this !
I am mission oriented: Fried tofu and rice.
Breakfast of champions!
I don’t know how but it is my fault
I understand
I too would hate a child that looks exactly like her father
Her face engraved every heartbreak I tried to bury deep for safe keeping
Her resemblance bearing the broken promises I suffered at the hands of a man who had no plans of staying in my life for too long
He just came in for dinner and left shortly after
Leaving you to bear the consequences of falling blindly in love
All you are left with is a living, breathing, walking sign “I was here”
It is my fault
I don’t know how but it is my fault
I understand
I too would hate a child that looks exactly like her father
My presence is like having all your bad decisions thrown in your face
Like you, I am also a victim of the same man
I am being punished for the sins of my deadbeat father
He sure was a charmer
Keeping all the letters I wrote to him as a child in box
Maybe if I keep them long enough I would be able grow a man out of words scribbled
Maybe I would birth a perfect father out of pen and paper
So mom you see, you are not the only one burning with anger caused by him
It is not my faut after all
For I too am a victim of his lies
I’d walk across hot lava
Swim across the ocean tide
Hell, I’d move a mountain
One rock at a time
Nothing I wouldn’t do for you
Like try to move the sea
Although I have more luck
Moving the “C” in ABCs
Some things just aren’t possible
Though for you I’d try
I’d even give my last breath
Essentially for you, I would die
I would lay down today
put everything on the line
To assure you and your siblings
Live a better life than mine
Infants begin
with closed fists—
white and red,
like the sun
about to rise.
They grow,
thumb resting in their mouth,
fingers curling around
the saree’s edge of the mother,
the sacred thread of the father—
building a small,
secure world.
A few months later,
with tiny movements,
gentle manners,
they reach for toys—
holding them close,
day and night,
whispering in their own language,
never alone.
A soft toy becomes a world.
Sometimes it is a spoon,
a cup,
a tumbler—
clutched for years
as a secret friend.
Sometimes a locket,
a ring,
a bracelet—
shining with unseen magic.
And now,
Doraemon walks beside them,
on TV,
on mobiles,
everywhere they go.
These bonds,
woven with innocence,
give strength,
bring laughter,
carry a quiet promise—
that joy will stay,
and life will be kind.
Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back,
I too wish to be at the resemblance
of hardworking thumbs,
those same fingers that sewed
the futile grounds back home,
my mother’s yuca farm,
my father's dying crops,
dance taking their final
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction
where my ancestors
sleep while their bones
continue
to prosper,
their voices evoke
within the breeze
that had asked
for generational appeal
to the heavens that took
their last breath,
“My body crisp
at the sight of the sun,
my mind wavers as my heart
knows endless
bounties of weeds,
twisting,
turning,
suffocating,
all of life beneath
our breaths,
Yet The Night is upon us,
offering eternal rest as
mercy has finally reached
it's limits, a new vision
begins alongside
the Golden
thread of Youth,
a soul that marked
a beginning and now
an end.”
All that's left withered
away as each ancestor
departs,
my parents left their grounds,
the vibrancy of life dried
up leaving no generations
behind,
My Youth became
their bodies and my life
framed forever in each
era of my ancestors.
Mother, father are weeping
Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul
The wind, their house is breaking
And the morning is very cold
Outside they find
With the earth in the sky
That their sound is not here
Nor is it nearby
There's a train screaming angels to lower their heads
And a cold concrete block reeking of death
When no one was there
When no one was sent
A crowd turned desire
Now all has been spent
There's a stone in the morning summer air
And a clock that is ticking everywhere
A heart that is beating alone and cold
And a sound of weeping taking hold
Mother, father are weeping
Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul
The wind, their house is breaking
And the morning is very cold
And outside lay bones of those before
The soil is crying with them all
And the sky opens up for one last look
But looks away for it mistook
That the two were still alive.
A Beast
Only once you took my innocence away
your perverseness the mind to sway
I fled the house and climbed a tree
The fear that gripped me I’ll never be free
When you went back to your drink
My sanity pushed to the very brink
Fear and anxiety crushing my soul
My mother I searched for me to console
Tears streaming but no words came
I sat on her lap till her legs went lame
The story told she confronted you
The reality of your lies was due
Hatred and anger were unleashed
Forever you turned into a beast
I became a punching bag, a scapegoat
Mother and father, my future rewrote
When you died, I did not cry
A sigh of relief I sighed.
By Cathrin Stuart
Daddy was a Gypsy…..we roamed from town to town
Sometimes a little tipsy….but he had to wash it down
Never stay too long…always have a song…to sing
Mama followed Daddy…they loved each other so
After copulating… there were four of us to show
When people saw us coming…doors were open wide
When we were going….everybody cried
Cause we brought happiness…always a new quest
Daddy was a Gypsy
And we follow where he leads.
Vs1
Living the life of a gypsy
We didn't have much to our name
But daddy always told us
We should never be ashamed
Mama said our riches
Were different than the rest
We were rich in love
And rich in happiness
Chorus*
Vs2
Well we never met a stranger
Always had one along
All of them would tell us
Our family s so strong
I may not've known then
But the thing that i now know
Mama was our heart
And daddy is our soul
Chorus*
my mother is strong
and she cries
every day is one away
from the first destruction.
my father is weak
and he dies
each year spent in search
for the end.
I am the junction
and I sigh
with the struggle to know
the power of the present.
The stars shining bright,
look down on me with a smile,
goodnight mom and dad.
Wake up
My father says in the late afternoon
And unfortunately, I do
I do the thing i’ve been hating for so long
Wake up
My mother says, late in the afternoon
Another day of realising I have to live, be alive
That’s the thought that’s with me all the time
Wake up
My brother says
I prepare myself for another miserable day
And I try not to act like i’m fine
Wake up
They all yell, terrified
This time, I can’t do what they say
My lifeless body stays still as they shake it
And cries echo through the room
I finally got what I wanted
Rock Me
Dearest Mother,
how should I begin?
You were/are mine,
"Claimed", forever.
You adopted me,
to see that life was not...
meant to be: cruel or hard,
evil or even maddening and manic.
It was instead,
a gift and blessing.
You made me feel of worth,
and that I had some value,
to someone...
other than the darkness.
Then you blessed me
beyond all reason,
and told me of Him,
on high...
You really do love me I know.
Miss you Mom.
You did it all wrong
where u had to do it right
you left me a big hole
in the middle of my eyes
you left me a broken soul
and a twisted mind
feeling like a walking fault
in life.
Jessica
(7/23)
God causes the day and the night to take their turn.
She permits fires to rage and forests to burn.
He causes clouds to bring forth life-giving rain.
She controls the hands of time and allows it to erase all pain.
There never is a day or night that passes by,
that our merciful Mother, Father cannot hear our cry.
God knows our hearts, so there is no need to fear,
for our Heavenly Mother, Father shall wipe away each and every tear.
Be rich in good works, be willing to give, and be ready to share
then down this narrow path of life, you surely will be treated fair.
Loving thy neighbor as thyself, give God much pleasure.
Do this and God will bless you with riches, no one can measure.
Under the compassionate shadow of Almighty God,
we are safe and secure from the searing heat of sin.
Seek ye first for the Kingdom of Heaven, then surely
only good will come your way, and true living will begin.
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